Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation." "I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.
Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.
Give him enough rope and he will hang himself.
I soon forgot storm in music.
He made me love him without looking at me.
I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.