" She answered with a smile; a mournful smile, but full of sisterly affection: and she looked in her sister's face, and listened to the quiet music of her voice, picturing the happiness of this return, her own face glowed with hope and joy.

And with something else: a something shining more and more through all the rest of its expression: for which I have no name. It was not so calmly shown. It was not love and gratitude alone, though love and gratitude were part of it. It emanated from no sordid thought, for sordid thoughts do not light up the brow, and hover on the lips, and move the spirit, like a fluttered light, until the sympathetic figure trembles. "

― Charles Dickens , The Battle of Life