There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping, A remembrance in one's heart.
Charlotte BronteThere is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
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 Bronte