A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEOh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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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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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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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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If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
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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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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
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The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.
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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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Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
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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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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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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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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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