Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

Jane Eyre "I desired more...than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn't help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.

Alas! never had I loved him so well!

For those who are not hungry, it is easy to palaver about the degradation of charity.

Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.

Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.

Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.