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 BRONTEThat to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
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Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.
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Adversity is a good school.
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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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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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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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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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You transfix me quite.
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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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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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That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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Jane, be still; don’t struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.” “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.
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