“Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear/And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;/ I will luve thee still, my dear/ While the sands o’ life shall run” (A Red Red Rose, Robert Burns)
“I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.” (Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights)
“Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.” (The Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Ruiz Zafon)
That book for me: grade 5, Jane Eyre.
“Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), I shall have no check to my genius from beginning to end” (letter from Jane to Cassandra, January 21, 1801).
“For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity” (William Wordsworth, Lines Written a few miles above Tintern Abbey)
“You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve” (letter from Jane to Cassandra, December 24, 1798)
“To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment” (Mansfield Park)
“Books— oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the same feelings.”
“I am sorry you think so; but if that be the case, there can at least be no want of subject. We may compare our different opinions.” (Ch. 18)