Quotes from bronte anne iii

Life and hope must cease together.

In love affairs, there is no mediator like a merry, simple-hearted child -- ever ready to cement divided hearts, to span the unfriendly gulf of custom, to melt the ice of cold reserve, and overthrow the separating walls of dread formality and pride.

My God! O let me call Thee mine! Weak, wretched sinner though I be, My trembling soul would fain be Thine, My feeble faith still clings to Thee.

The demon of drink was as black as the demon of play, and nearly as hard to get rid of -- especially as his kind friends did all they could to second the promptings of his own insatiable cravings.

That none deserve eternal bliss I know: Unmerited the grace in mercy given, But none shall sink to everlasting woe That have not well deserved the wrath of Heaven.