One may be clogged with honey and unable to rise and fly.

Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home, and I can't put its charm into words

. . . it seemed to me that where others had prayed before to their God, in their joy or in their agony, was of itself a sacred place.

Don’t be afraid,” she said, coldly, “ as far as love may go she may be worthy of you. It must have taken a good deal to overcome her pride. Don’t be afraid, John.

How am I to dress up in my finery, and go off and away to smart parties, after the sorrow I have seen today?

Mr. Thornton felt that in this influx no one was speaking to Margaret, and was restless under this apparent neglect. But he never went near her himself; he did not look at her. Only, he knew what she was doing — or not doing — better than anyone else in the room. Margaret was so unconscious of herself, and so much amused by watching other people, that she never thought whether she was left unnoticed or not.

His laws once broken, His justice and the very nature of those laws bring the immutable retribution; but if we turn penitently to Him, He enables us to bear our punishment with a meek and docile heart, ‘for His mercy endureth forever.