Is There Not A Terrible Hollowness, Mockery,

I Have For The First Time Found What I Can Truly Love–i Have Found You. You Are My Sympathy–my Better Self–my Good Angel–i Am Bound To You With A Strong Attachment. I Think You Good, Gifted, Lovely: A Fervent, A Solemn Passion Is Conceived In My Heart; It Leans To You, Draws You To My Centre And Spring Of Life, Wrap My Existence About You–and, Kindling In Pure, Powerful Flame, Fuses You And Me In One.

Jane Eyre "i Desired More...than Was Within My Reach. Who Blames Me? Many Call Me Discontented. I Couldn't Help It: The Restlessness Is In My Nature; It Agitated Me To Pain Sometimes.

Mademoiselle Is A Fairy," He Said, Whispering Mysteriously.

You Have Rather The Look Of Another World. I Marvelled Where You Had Got That Sort Of Face.

True Enthusiasm Is A Fine Feeling Whose Flash I Admire Where-ever I See It.