His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
God will judge us by our own thoughts and deeds, not by what others say about us.
What business had I to think so much of one that never thought of me?
Thank heaven, I am free and safe at last!
You might as well sell yourself to slavery at once, as marry man you dislike.
There is always a but in this imperfect world.