"but no ray of sunshine could reach my heart, no breeze could freshen it; nothing could fill the void my faith, and hope, and joy in helen graham had left, or drive away the keen regrets, and bitter dregs of lingering love that still oppressed it." – this is such a lovely quote, i cannot. so in love with anne brontë's writing style.
— Jan 16, 2026 02:50AM
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