Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.
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 BronteLife is still life, whatever its pangs; our eyes and ears and their use remain with us, though the prospect of what pleases be wholly withdrawn, and the sound of what consoles must be silenced.
Charlotte Bronte