He made me love him without looking at me.
He fumed like a bottled storm.
Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes.
Evening SolaceThe human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in ga...
Do you think that I am a machine? That I can bear it?Do you think because I'm poor, plain, obsure, and littlethat I have no heart? That I'm without soul?I have as much heart as you and as much soul.An...
Coldest the remembrance of the wider ocean--wealth, caste, custom intervened between me and what I naturally and inevitably loved.
But I feel this, Helen: I must dislike those who, whatever I do to please them, persist in disliking me; I must resist those who punish me unjustly. It is as natural as that I should love those who sh...
But I don't mean to flatter you: if you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.
Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?I could risk no sort of answer by this time; my heart was full.Because, he said, I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you — especially when y...
All the melody on earth is concentrated in my Jane's tongue to my ear (I am glad it is not a naturally silent one): all the sunshine I can feel is in her presence.
A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.
I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I...
I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.
Happiness is the cure—a cheerful mind the preventive: cultivate both. No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Hap...
Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am...
Do you like him much?'I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults.'Is he?'All boys are.
Come, Miss Jane, don't cry,' said Bessie, as she finished. She might as well have said to the fire, 'Don't burn!' but how could she divine the morbid suffering to which I was a prey?
Certainly, at some hour, though perhaps not hour, the waiting waters will stir; in shape, though perhaps not the shape you dreamed, which your heart loved, and for which it bled, the healing herald...
But as his wife - at his side always, and always restrained, and always checked - forced to keep the fire of my nature continually low, to compel it to burn inwardly and never utter a cry, though the...