It is always the way of events in this life,...no sooner have you got settled in a pleasant resting place, than a voice calls out to you to rise and move on, for the hour of repose is expired.
Charlotte BronteI don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.
Charlotte BronteJane! will you hear reason?' (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) 'because, if you won't, I'll try violence.
Charlotte BronteIf you like poetry let it be first rate, Milton, Shakespeare, Thomson, Goldsmith Pope (if you will though I don't admire him), Scott, Byron, Campbell, Wordsworth and Southey. Now Ellen don't be startled at the names of Shakespeare, and Byron. Both these were great Men and their works are like themselves, You will know how to chuse the good and avoid the evil, the finest
passages are always the purest, the bad are invariably revolting you will never wish to read them over twice.
I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
Charlotte BronteI sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomorrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.
Charlotte Bronte