I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes. - Charlotte Brontë

I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?

My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.

Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.