Give him enough rope and he will hang himself.

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.

Nervous alarms should always be communicated, that they may be dissipated.

And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.

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

I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre

Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive.