Anne Bronte

It is a woman's nature to be constant - to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever - bless them, dear creatures! ”

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine. ”

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind. ”

A man must have something to grumble about; and if he can't complain that his wife harries him to death with her perversity and ill-humour, he must complain that she wears him out with her kindness and gentleness. ”