A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEIt is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
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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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And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
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Oh madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children’s mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!
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For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
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as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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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.
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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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There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
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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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Rochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.
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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.
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Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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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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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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