If life be a war, it seemed my destiny to conduct it single-handed.
Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
Unheard-of combinations of circumstances demand unheard-of rules.
Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre