But two miles more and then we rest! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness of the west Sit then, awhile, here in this wood So total is the solitude, We safely may delay.
1846 'Regret', in Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell.
If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge - so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses - loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself.Charlotte Brontë
Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.Charlotte Brontë
And then my mind made its first earnest effort to comprehend what had been infused into it concerning heaven and hell: and for the first it recoiled baffled; and for the first time glancing behind, on each side, and before it, it saw all round an unfathomed gulf: it felt the one point where it stood the present; all the rest was formless cloud and vacant depth: and it shuddered at the thought of tottering, and plunging amid that chaos.Charlotte Brontë