Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed?

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!