When in doubt, going with either Bronté on a slow day can’t be held with too much reproach:
“It is a very strange sensation to inexperienced youth to feel itself quite alone in the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached, and prevent by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted. The charm of adventure sweetens that sensation, the glow of pride warms it; but then the throb of fear disturbs it.”
From Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronté
And also, a Random Question: Why am I always a decade or so behind on the music? Because Cake? They are oh so groovy.