I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.
Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
If rain drops were kisses, I’d send you showers. If hugs were seas, I’d send you oceans. And if love was a person I’d send you me! Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes...
He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I’ll stay. If he shot me so, I’d expire with a blessing on my lips.
I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.