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I Have A Strange Feeling With Regard To You. As If I Had A String Somewhere Under My Left Ribs, Tightly Knotted To A Similar String In You. And If You Were To Leave I'm Afraid That Cord Of Communion Would Snap. And I Have A Notion That I'd Take To Bleeding Inwardly. As For You, You'd Forget Me.

Life Appears To Me Too Short To Be Spent In Nursing Animosity, Or Registering Wrongs.

Men Judge Us By The Success Of Our Efforts. God Looks At The Efforts Themselves.

I Must, Then, Repeat Continually That We Are Forever Sundered - And Yet, While I Breathe And Think, I Must Love Him.' - Jane Eyre

Let Your Performance Do The Thinking.