There is no worse feeling than being unable to assuage the suffering of the innocent.

Whatever it is, we always depend on the kindness of the strange.

A hunt leader could not show fear, or let it linger in his stomach, for others would sense it soon enough, taste that fear and become possessed by it. They would hesitate when an order was given, and uncertainty would claim their life as readily as the blade of the enemy.

I don&#39;t call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don&#39;t flatter me.

Written By Charlotte Bronte

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