..s/oon youth would fade and bloom perish, if, in the cup of bliss offered, but one dreg of shame, or one flavour of remorse were detected; and I do not want sacrifice, sorrow, dissolution—such is not my taste. Charlotte BrontëJane EyreJane EyreHappinessShame Quote added by Valkyrie 9 04/17/20 at 5:46pm Copy quote Report a mistake Share