I thirst for romance, I clearly belong in a time of lace handkerchiefs, carriage rides and real gentlemen. Damn you Jane Eyre!
“I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you – especially when you are near me…it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame.”
“My love has sworn, with sealing kiss,
With me to live – to die;
I have at last my nameless bliss.
As I love – loved am I!”
“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own. Your mind is my treasure.”
“…be my comforter, my rescuer? My deep love, my wild woe, my frantic prayer…?”
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