Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.
I could not answer the ceaseless inward question-why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of-I will not say how many years, I see it clearly.
Superstition was with me at that moment, but it was not yet her hour for complete victory.
Was I gleeful, settled, content, during the hours I passed in yonder bare, humble schoolroom this morning and afternoon? Not to decieve myself, I must reply -- No: I felt desolate to a degree. I felt -- yes, idiot that I am -- I felt degraded. I doub...
She bit me. She worried me like a tigress, when Rochester got the knife from her...She sucked the blood: she said she'd drain my heart." Richard mason
The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,--and to speak.
Decidedly he has had too much wine,' I thought
A nőket általában nyugodtnak, csendesnek tartják, pedig a nők éppen úgy szeretik a képességeiket, tehetségüket próbára tenni, mint fivéreik. Ők is éppen úgy szenvednek, ha túlságosan megkötik őket, ha tétlenségre vannak kárhoz...
