"But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad."
"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."
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Source: Anne Bronte (2016). “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Diversion Illustrated Classics)”, p.48, Diversion Books
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