You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.

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

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.

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.

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

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?

He’s more myself than I am