She thought it was part of the hardship of her life that there was laid upon her the burthen of larger wants than others seemed to feel – that she had to endure this wide hopeless yearning for that something, whatever it was, that was greatest and best on this earth.

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one's life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.