I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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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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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 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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They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.
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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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I could not answer the ceaseless inward question-why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of-I will not say how many years, I see it clearly.
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You transfix me quite.
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If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
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Your will shall decide your destiny.
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The idea of seeing the sea – of being near it – watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday – in calm, perhaps in storm – fills and satisfies my mind.
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You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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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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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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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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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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