I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.
Charlotte BronteSo you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate: I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, that your heart has been weeping blood?
Charlotte BronteYou know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.
Charlotte Bronte