There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort. - Charlotte Brontë

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.

Liberty lends us her wings and Hope guides us by her star.

I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the
sternness and stillness of the world under this frost.