It is a very strange sensation to inexperienced youth to feel itself quite along in the world; cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound and can be reached, and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted. The charm of adventure sweetens that sensation, the glow of pride warms it; but then the throb of fear disturbs it; and fear with me became predominant when half an hour elapsed, and still I was alone.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via crookednostalgia)

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