She must just submit, like many another, to be misunderstood;
She freshens me up above a bit. Who'd ha thought that face - as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of - could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she'll sin. All on us must sing.
She found Nicholas busily engaged in making a penny spin on the dresser, for the amusement of three little children, who were clinging to him in a fearless manner. He, as well as they, was smiling at...
She could not make him change. He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.
People admire talent, and talk about theiradmiration. But they value common sense without talking about it,and often without knowing it.
Only you're right in saying she's too good an opinion of herself to think of you. The saucy jade! I should like to know where she'd find a better!
Oh dear! how she could have loved him if he had but been different, with a difference which she felt, on reflection, to be one that went low—deep down.
Nothing had been the same; and this slight, all-pervading instability, had given her greater pain than if all had been too entirely changed for her to recognise it. I begin to understand now what heav...
Nadie me ama, sólo me quieres tú, madre
Margaret had always dreaded lest her courage should fail her in any emergency, and she should be proved to be, what she dreaded lest she was--a coward. But now, in this real great time of reasonable f...
It is the first changes among familiar things that make such a mystery of time to the young; afterwards we lose the sense of the mysterious. I take changes in all I see as a matter of course. The inst...
If the world was full of perplexing problems she would trust, and only ask to see the one step needful for the hour.
I'm not a fool; and if I was, folk ought to ha' taught me how to be wise after their fashion. I could mappen ha' learnt, if any one had tried to teach me.
I think I will never sit down to play again!
I remember Miss Bronte once telling me that it was a saying round about Haworth, Keep a stone in thy pocket seven year; turn it, and keep it seven year longer, that it may be ever ready to thine hand...
I reckon, if they heard him, they'd tell him (if I cotched 'em one by one), he might go back and get what he could for his work, even if it weren't so much as they ordered.
I never knew what sad work the reading of old-letters was before that evening, though I could hardly tell why. The letters were as happy as letters could be — at least those early letters were. There...
I cannot stand objections. They make me so undecided.
I ask your pardon,' replied Bessy, humbly. 'Sometimes, when I've thought o' my life, and the little pleasure I've had in it, I've believed that, maybe, I was one of those doomed to die by the falling...
I am punished. Only let me hope.