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You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.

Charlotte Bronte

Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Flirt Flirty Sex Trade
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

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

Accord Away Push Shake
I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Circumstance Give Self Soul
Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Life Nursing Together
It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Love Obey Wicked
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Bird Country Ensnare Person
There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Body Occupation Suffering
Better to be without logic than without feeling.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Feel Life Logic Thinking
You transfix me quite.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Innovation Quite Transfix
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 BRONTE

Evil Refined Selfish Strong
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
I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand – they only. Know this at last.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Hand Heart Independence
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

Grief Love Struggle
A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Depressing Difficult Page
He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

First Recognise Saw

You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.

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