He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.