Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I heard one of your kind an hour ago, singing high over the wood: but its song had no music for me, any more than the rising sun had rays. All the melody on earth is concentrated in my Jane's tongue to my ear (I am glad it is not naturally a silent one): all the sunshine I can feel is in her presence.
Charlotte BronteAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: british
- Born: April 21, 1816
- Died: March 31, 1855
Related Authors
Topics
Quotes currently Trending
It is in their 'good' characters that novelists make, unawares, the most shocking self- revelations...To project ourselves into a wicked character, we have only to stop doing something, and something that we are already tired of doing; to project ourselves into a good one we have to do what we cannot and become what we are not.
C. S. Lewis