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Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart!
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Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart!
I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me—for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.
I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.
To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company.
Now friendship may be thus defined: a complete accord on all subjects human and divine, joined with mutual goodwill and affection.
it is in regard to friendship, as in so many other things, so supple and sensitive that it expands, so to speak, at a friend's good fortune, contracts at his misfortunes
There is only one event in my life which never loses its bitterness; which comes back on me like a retreating wave, going and coming again, which was and is my grief--I never had but one brother who loved and comprehended me.
If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.
Whats'ever 'appens to you--whats'ever--you'd be a princess all the same--an' nothin' couldn't make you nothin' different.
He did not know how long he sat there or what was happening to him, but at last he moved as if he were awakening and he got up slowly and stood on the moss carpet, drawing a long, deep, soft breath and wondering at himself. Something seemed to have been unbound and released in him, very quietly.
When I saw them embracing each other, and heard their joyous laughter, I turned sadly away from the lovely sight.
At the beginning I was only a little mass of possibilities. It was my teacher who unfolded and developed them.
Methinks, if I loved him more, I should keep him--I should keep myself rather--at a more respectful distance.
Tell all my friends in Concord that I do not send my love, but retain it still.
As life wears on the love of husband or wife, of friends and of children, becomes the great solace and delight of age.
Even if we are alone, we store up our enjoyment in hope of sharing it hereafter with those we love.
Love is the light and sunshine of life.
Love lasts through life, and adapts itself to every age and circumstance; in childhood for father and mother, in manhood for wife, in age for children, and throughout for brothers and sisters, relations and friends.
Most of those who have written in praise of books have thought they could say nothing more conclusive than to compare them to friends.
Some people never seem to appreciate their friends till they have lost them.
We love the ticking of the clock, and the flicker of the fire, like the sound of the cawing of rooks, not so much for any beauty of their own as for their associations.
Your friend is your needs answered.
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way
But, you see, Jo wasn’t a heroine, she was only a struggling human girl like hundreds of others, and she just acted out her nature, being sad, cross, listless, or energetic, as the mood suggested.
Feeling this, Jo’s burden seemed easier to bear, duty grew sweeter, and life looked more endurable, seen from the safe shelter of her mother’s arms.
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