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The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,–and to speak.

Charlotte Bronte

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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Blame Disconnect Help Pain
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Flesh Husband Love Thing
Adversity is a good school.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Adversity School Trouble
You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Faces Look World
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Love Missing Sleep
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 BRONTE

Grave Mistake Quiet Wish
Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Genuine Sleep Tact
I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Answers Hand Rochester
The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Loneliness Lonely Single
Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Accord Away Push Shake
Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Degradation Poverty Synonymous
That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Affection First Foundation
Remorse is the poison of life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Poison Regret Remorse
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 BRONTE

Grave Mistake Talk Wish
A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Depressing Difficult Page
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

The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,–and to speak.

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The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,–and to speak.

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