For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
Charlotte BronteI see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.
Charlotte BronteEvery atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
Charlotte Bronte