Theres no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
Theres such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in ones heart… – Charlotte Bronte
Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves. – Charlotte Bronte
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. – Charlotte Bronte
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. Even the stain on the coffee cup seems not coffee but the physical manifestation of ones inner stain, the fatal blot that from the beginning had marked one for ultimate aloneness. – Coleman Dowell