Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.
Charlotte BronteI am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand - they only. Know this at last.
Charlotte BronteReason sits firm and holds the reins, and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms. The passions may rage furiously, like true heathens, as they are; and the desires may imagine all sorts of vain things: but judgment shall still have the last word in every argument, and the casting vote in every decision. Strong wind, earthquake-shock, and fire may pass by: but I shall follow the guiding of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of conscience.
Charlotte Bronte