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I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.

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My sister Emily first declined. The details of her illness are deep-branded in my memory, but to dwell on them, either in thought or narrative, is not...more

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I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it seemed scattered on the wind then faintly blowing. I abandoned it and fram...more

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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 ...more

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Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the window, and busy myself in sketching fancy ...more

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Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corr...more

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Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spe...more

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When once more alone, I reviewed the information I had got; looked into my heart, examined its thoughts and feelings, and endeavored to bring back wit...more

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-But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?-I believe; I have faith: I am going to God.-Where is God? What is God?-My maker and your...more

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Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to be...more

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My help had been needed and claimed; I had given it: I was pleased to have done something: trivial, transitory though the deed was, it was yet an acti...more

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No; you shall tear yourself away, none shall help you: you shall yourself pluck out your right eye; yourself cut off your right hand: your heart shall...more

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I tell you I must go!” I retorted, roused to something like passion. “Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton...more

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I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.

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[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.