I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

No coward soul is mine.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling

He’s more myself than I am

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.