You ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.
Charlotte BronteI am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand - they only. Know this at last.
Charlotte BronteI 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 very happy, Jane; and when you hear that I am dead, you must be sure and not grieve: there is nothing to grieve about. We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest. I leave no one to regret me much: I have only a father; and he is lately married, and will not miss me. By dying young, I shall escape great sufferings. I had not qualities or talents to make my way very well in the world: I should have been continually at fault.
Charlotte Bronte