I can but die... and I believe in God. Let me try and wait His will in silence.

He is not to them what he is to me.

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely intrusted.

He made me love him without looking at me.

Reader, I literally married him.

So you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate: I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, that your heart has been weeping blood?