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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEThere is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
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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.
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All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
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I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
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If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
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Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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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.
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The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
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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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The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,–and to speak.
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Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
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For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
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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.
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That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
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