Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
Charlotte BronteI longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen: that I desired more of practical experience than I possessed; more of intercourse with my kind, of acquaintance with variety of character, than was here within my reach.
Charlotte BronteThe soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.
Charlotte BronteI stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much.
Charlotte Bronte