“Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.”

Novelist · 1816 – 1855

English novelist, author of Jane Eyre.

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There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me.

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

On the empty mountain no one is seen, but the sound of voices is heard.

I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky.