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If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.

Charlotte Bronte

Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
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Life Nursing Together
A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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Depressing Difficult Page
There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.
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Body Occupation Suffering
Remorse is the poison of life.
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Poison Regret Remorse
When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should – so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.
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Reason Strikes Struck
Too often do reviewers remind us of the mob of Astrologers, Chaldeans, and Soothsayers gathered before ‘the writing on the wall’ and unable to read the characters or make known the interpretation.
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Character Wall Writing
Adversity is a good school.
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Adversity School Trouble
After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you.
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Half Solitude Unutterable
I have no wish to talk nonsense.” “If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.
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Grave Mistake Talk Wish
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.
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Brother Home Humble
Such is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd’s can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.
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Eye Men Missing
Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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Fairy Said Whispering
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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Flower Hand Wish
It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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Love Obey Wicked
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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Good Left Necessity Night
I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they had nor could have sympathy with anything in me.
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Fascinate Quality Shape

If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.

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