I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
CHARLOTTE BRONTEWhen 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.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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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.
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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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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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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!
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My home is humble and unattractive to strangers, but to me it contains what I shall find nowhere else in the world – the … affection which brothers and sisters feel for each other.
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as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
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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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Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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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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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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He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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