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“Yet her experience had consisted less in a series of pure disappointments than in a series of substitutions. Continually it had happened that what she had desired had not been granted her, and that what had been granted her she had not desired. So she viewed with an approach to equanimity the now cancelled days when Donald had been her undeclared lover, and wondered what unwished-for thing Heaven might send her in place of him.”
― Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge

“It's my latest recipe." She beamed. "Roast leaf."
"It's gone off. That's not like any roast beef sandwich I've ever tasted."
"No, no. Not roast beef. Roast leaf."
He stared at her.
"I'm a vegetarian," she explained. "I don't eat meat. So I create my own substitutions with vegetables. Roast leaf, for example. I start with whatever greens are in the market, boil and mash them with salt, then press them into a roast for the oven. According to the cookery book, it's every bit as satisfying as the real thing."
"Your cookery book is a book if lies."
To her credit, she took it gamely. "I'm still perfecting the roast leaf. Perhaps it needs more work. Try the others. The ones on brown bread are tuna-ish- brined turnip flakes in place of fish- and the white bread is sham. Sham is everyone's favorite. Doesn't the color look just like ham? The secret is beetroot.”
― Tessa Dare, The Wallflower Wager

“Such a sadness to that word, don't you think? Legacy. What a meaningless thing. All that work for a future in which they don't appear [...] What is legacy but the most empty and mediocre substitute for what we have. Steel and money and fancy concert halls don't give you immortality.”
― Matt Haig, How to Stop Time