Too often do reviewers remind us of the mob of Astrologers, Chaldeans, and Soothsayers gathered before ‘the writing on the wall’ and unable to read the characters or make known the interpretation.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEOh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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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.
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You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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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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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
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Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
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I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
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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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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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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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That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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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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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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