I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.
C.S. Lewis
this is the story of...
jacquiley. the j is silent.
You are cold: because you are alone: no contact strikes the fire from you that is in you. You are sick: because the best of feelings, the highest and sweetest given to man, keeps far away from you. You are silly: because, suffer as you may, you will not betoken it to approach; nor will you stir one step to meet it where it waits for you.
Jane Eyre - Rochester’s insight into Jane
I could not keep their lids under control: they would rise, and the irids would fix on him. I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking – a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and rinks divine draughts nevertheless
Jane Eyre, oh how we would have been kindred spirits











