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I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.

Charlotte Bronte

The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Encouragement Heart Night
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Bird Country Ensnare Person
It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Love Obey Wicked
Presentiments are strange things: and so are sympathies; and so are signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity has not yet found the key.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Humanity Keys Three
My home is humble and unattractive to strangers, but to me it contains what I shall find nowhere else in the world – the … affection which brothers and sisters feel for each other.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Brother Home Humble
I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Almost Feel Monotony
You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Faces Look World
I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Equality Freedom Women
I could not answer the ceaseless inward question-why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of-I will not say how many years, I see it clearly.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Distance Understanding Year
They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

First Happy Misery Suffer
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Independence Last Self
Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Fairy Said Whispering
If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Amaze Little Men
There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Cost Lover May
Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Age Memories Year
I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Evil Refined Selfish Strong

I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.

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I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.

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