You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

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

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

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?

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.