[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.
Charlotte BronteI knew you would do me good in some way, at some time--I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.
Charlotte BronteA waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept.
Charlotte BronteGod waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness -- to glory?
Charlotte Bronte