All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you... - Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
"All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever."
"All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever."
"There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort."
"The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye."
"Self abandoned, relaxed and effortless, I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river; I heard a flood loosened in remote mountains, I felt the torrent come; to rise I had no will, to flee I had no strength."
"Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear."
"We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence."