how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out and drank his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - til then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair on his head!

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.