Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.
Charlotte BronteYou ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.
Charlotte BronteYou know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.
Charlotte Bronte