The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain.

Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up...

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

...and to-morrow looked in my face more steadily than I could look at it

The beating of my heart was so violent and wild that I felt as if my life were breaking from me.

If a dread of not being understood be hidden in the breasts of other young people to anything like the extent to which it used to be hidden in mine - which I consider probable, as I have no particular reason to suspect myself of having been a monstrosity - it is the key to many reservations.

You should know," said Estella. "I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me.