Zitat des Tages von Anne Bronte:
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.
If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them - not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone.
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
There is always a 'but' in this imperfect world.
But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.
I would not send a poor girl into the world, ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself.
A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
Adoration isn't love.
No generous mind delights to oppress the weak, but rather to cherish and protect.
