And why should he interest himself at all in my moral and intellectual capacities: what is it to him what I think and feel?' I asked myself. And my heart throbbed in answer to the question.
Anne BronteOh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
Anne BronteHe had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough.
Anne BronteAll our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthens by exercise.
Anne Bronte