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There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.
Love me, then, or hate me, as you will, " I said at last, "you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace.
In her past were sweet passages, in her future rosy hopes.
He did not yet known how many commenced lefe-romances are doomed never to get beyond the first, or at most the second chapter.
Our power of being happy lies a good deal in ourselves, I believe.
But when one does not complain, and when one wants to master oneself with a tyrant’s grip — one’s faculties rise in revolt — and one pays for outward calm with an almost unbearable inner struggle.
I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.
You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.
Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.
Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is around us, for it is everywhere.
My feelings towards it can only be paralleled by that of a doting parent towards an idiot child.
I would always rather be happy than dignified.
His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy.
I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading. It vexes me to choose another guide.
Your will shall decide your destiny.
Endurance over-goaded, stretched the hand of fraternity to sedition.
I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
I had not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction, but trode the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre.
The hopes that, in my own heart sown, And cherished by such sun and rain, As Joy and transient Sorrow shed, Have ripened to a harvest there:
I'm a universal patriot...my country is the world.
. . . still we are none of us perfect . . .
the horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.
. . . nobody in particular is to blame, that I can see, for the state in which things are . . .
This little man was of the order of beings who must not be opposed, unless you possessed an all-dominant force sufficient to crush him at once.
Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
Unheard-of combinations of circumstances demand unheard-of rules.
It is true I little respect women or girls who are loquacious either in boasting the triumphs, or bemoaning the mortifications, of feelings.
He that is low need fear no fall.
Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means.
I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!
Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.
The world, I soon learned, held a different estimate: and I make no doubt, the world is very right in its view, yet believe also that I am not quite wrong in mine.
I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much.
Make my happiness--I will make yours.
...would not exchange this one little English girl for the Grand Turk’s whole seraglio, gazelle-eyes, houri forms, and all!
I was not heroic enough to purchase liberty at the price of caste.
Having a large world of his own in his own head and heart, he tolerated confinement to a small, still corner of the real world very patiently.
You have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose then, your heart has been weeping blood?
I will bestir myself, ' was her resolution, 'and try to be wise if I cannot be good.
Bessie asked if I would have a book: the word book acted as a transient stimulus, and I begged her to fetch Gulliver’s Travels from the library. This book I had again and again perused with delight.
Human life and human labour were near. I must struggle on: strive to live and bend to toil like the rest.
Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes.
As far as my experience of matrimony goes -- I think it tends to draw you out of, and away from yourself.
Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.
You would say you don't see it: at least I flatter myself I read as much in your eye (beware, by-the-by, what you express with that organ, I am quick at interpreting its language).
Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle.
Beauty is given to dolls, majesty to haughty vixens, but mind, feeling, passion and the crowning grace of fortitude are the attributes of an angel.
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.