You can write nothing of value unless you give yourself wholly to the the theme — and when you so give yourself — you lose appetite ans sleep — it cannot be helped —

Our natures own predilections and antipathies alike strange. There are people from whom we secretly shrink, whom we would personally avoid, though reason confesses that they are good people: there are others with faults of...

We can burst the bonds which chain us,Which cold human hands have wrought,And where none shall dare restrain usWe can meet again, in thought.

Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.

it is madness in al women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead into...

Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.

I must not forget that these coarsely-clad little peasants are of flesh and blood as good as the scions of the gentlest genealogy; and that the germs of native excellence, refinement, intelligence, kind feeling, are...

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

I see you and St. John have been quarrelling, Jane,’ said Diana, ‘during your walk on the moor. But go after him; he is now lingering in the passage expecting you – he will make...

Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the window, and busy myself in sketching fancy vignettes representing any scene that happened...

Human life and human labour were near. I must struggle on: strive to live and bend to toil like the rest.

My sister Emily first declined. The details of her illness are deep-branded in my memory, but to dwell on them, either in thought or narrative, is not in my power. Never in all her life...

You are human and fallible.

Jane! will you hear reason?’ (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) ‘because, if you won’t, I’ll try violence.

Do you think that I am a machine? That I can bear it?Do you think because I’m poor, plain, obsure, and littlethat I have no heart? That I’m without soul?I have as much heart as...

Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still

Most true is it that ‘beauty is in the eye of the gazer.’ My master’s colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth, — all energy,...

Milton’s Eve! Milton’s Eve! … Milton tried to see the first woman; but Cary, he saw her not … I would beg to remind him that the first men of the earth were Titans, and...

And your will shall decide your destiny,” he said: “I offer you my hand, my heart, and a share of all my possessions.” You play a farce, which I merely laugh at.” I ask you...

Anybody may blame me who likes, when I add further, that, now and then, when I took a walk by myself in the grounds; when I went down to the gates and looked through them...

I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,–a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to...

Non era stata mia intenzione amarlo, e avevo fatto di tutto per estirpare dal mio animo i germi dell’amore che vi avevo scovato; e ora, non appena l’avevo rivisto, essi risorgevano spontaneamente più forti e...

Your dress is thin, you have been dancing, you are heated.” “Always preaching,” retorted she; “always coddling and admonishing.” The answer Dr. John would have given did not come; that his heart was hurt became...

Whatever my powers–feminine or the contrary–God had given them, and I felt resolute to be ashamed of no faculty of his bestowal.

I’m a universal patriot…my country is the world.