It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEToo 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.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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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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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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And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?
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I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
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I have for the first time found what I can truly love- I have found you. You are my sympathy-my better self-my good angel-I am bound to you with a strong attachment.
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If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
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Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
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I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?
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as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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You transfix me quite.
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Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left 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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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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