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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.

Charlotte Bronte

Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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Force Gentleness Potent
You transfix me quite.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Life Person Quiet Transmix
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
as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Hearty Hope Kindness
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!
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Addresses Feet Talk
That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Affection First Foundation
For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Kind Read Serious
Better to be without logic than without feeling.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Feel Life Logic Thinking
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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Moon Volcanoes White
You — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You — poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are — I entreat to accept me as a husband.
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Flesh Husband Love Thing
Reader, I married him.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Classic Married Reader
I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Hate Lying School
Remorse is the poison of life.
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Poison Regret Remorse
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 BRONTE

Eye Men Missing
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Humanity Key Three
Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Fairy Said Whispering

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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