I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost.
Charlotte BronteI was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.
Charlotte BronteYou ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.
Charlotte Bronte