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Remorse is the poison of life.

Charlotte Bronte

Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.
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Morning Spring Summer
Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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Force Gentleness Potent
It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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Answer Country People Thank
You transfix me quite.
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Innovation Quite Transfix
I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
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Impossible Natural Think
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
Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
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Accord Away Push Shake
as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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Hearty Hope Kindness
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
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Spring Summer Sunshine
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
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
If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
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Amaze Little Men
I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
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Circumstance Give Self Soul
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
I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal–as we are!
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Addresses Feet Talk
You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.
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Love Missing Sleep

Remorse is the poison of life.

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