1 It pains me to be misjudged by so good a woman.
2 It was a sudden meeting, and one in which rapture was kept well in check by pain.
3 In two minutes he rose from the stile: his face expressed pain when he tried to move.
4 I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
5 The cut bled, the pain was sharp: my terror had passed its climax; other feelings succeeded.
6 Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
7 Life, however, was yet in my possession, with all its requirements, and pains, and responsibilities.
8 She continued either delirious or lethargic; and the doctor forbade everything which could painfully excite her.
9 We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest.
10 This reproach of my dependence had become a vague sing-song in my ear: very painful and crushing, but only half intelligible.
11 I had been struggling with tears for some time: I had taken great pains to repress them, because I knew he would not like to see me weep.
12 The ease of his manner freed me from painful restraint: the friendly frankness, as correct as cordial, with which he treated me, drew me to him.
13 St. John was not a man to be lightly refused: you felt that every impression made on him, either for pain or pleasure, was deep-graved and permanent.
14 Pain, shame, ire, impatience, disgust, detestation, seemed momentarily to hold a quivering conflict in the large pupil dilating under his ebon eyebrow.
15 I softened considerably what related to the three days of wandering and starvation, because to have told him all would have been to inflict unnecessary pain: the little I did say lacerated his faithful heart deeper than I wished.
16 Old Mr. Rochester and Mr. Rowland combined to bring Mr. Edward into what he considered a painful position, for the sake of making his fortune: what the precise nature of that position was I never clearly knew, but his spirit could not brook what he had to suffer in it.
17 The moment Miss Scatcherd withdrew after afternoon school, I ran to Helen, tore it off, and thrust it into the fire: the fury of which she was incapable had been burning in my soul all day, and tears, hot and large, had continually been scalding my cheek; for the spectacle of her sad resignation gave me an intolerable pain at the heart.
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