I scorn your idea of love,' I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock. 'I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it.

You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.

I can only say with deeper sincerity and fuller significance what I have always said in theory - Wait God's will.

Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.

Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.

They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.

For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.