It is not violence that best overcomes hate — nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury. … Read the New Testament, and observe what Christ says,… - Charlotte Brontë

It is not violence that best overcomes hate — nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

And as for the vague something — - was it a sinister or a sorrowful, a designing or a desponding expression? — - that opened upon a careful observer, now and then, in his eye, and closed again before one could fathom the strange depth partially disclosed; that something which used to make me fear and shrink, as if I had been wandering amongst volcanic-looking hills, and had suddenly felt the ground quiver, and seen it gape: that something, I, at intervals, beheld still; and with throbbing heart, but not with palsied nerves. Instead of wishing to shun, I longed only to dare — - to divine it; and I thought Miss Ingram happy, because one day she might look into the abyss at her leisure, explore its secrets and analyse their nature.

I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.