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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEThe trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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You transfix me quite.
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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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Rochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.
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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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Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
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Jane Eyre “I desired more…than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn’t help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
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Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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Oh madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children’s mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!
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That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.
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I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
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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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I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand – they only. Know this at last.
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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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