I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
Charlotte BronteI think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
Charlotte BronteI looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,--a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.
Charlotte Bronte