I recalled the voice I had heard; again I questioned whence it came, as vainly as before: it seemed in me not in the external world. I asked, was it a mere nervous impression a delusion? I could not conceive or believe: it was more like an inspiration.
Charlotte BronteI am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.
Charlotte BronteIt is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.
Charlotte BronteGood fortune opens the hand as well as the heart wonderfully; and to give somewhat when we have largely received, but to afford a vent to the unusual ebullition of the sensations.
Charlotte Bronte