Villette

by Charlotte Brontë

These struggles with the natural character, the strong native bent of the heart, may seem futile and fruitless, but in the end they do good.

a creature inoffensive as a shadow;'

never liked "Lucy" so well as when he uttered it.

The emotion was far more of anger than grief; had I been a man and strong, I could have challenged that pair on the spot—but

"But solitude is sadness." "Yes; it is sadness. Life, however; has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy, lies heart-break."