Posted on Sunday, 25 December 2011
A soft hope blent with my sorrow that soon I should dare to drop a kiss on that brow of rock, and on those lips so sternly sealed beneath it: but not yet. I would not accost him yet.
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (via quoteablebooks)
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