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I am no bird and no net ensnares me

Charlotte Bronte

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 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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Encouragement Heart Night
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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Ocean Sea Sunrise Sunset
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.
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Grave Mistake Quiet Wish
What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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First Ignite People Require
Jane Eyre “I desired more…than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn’t help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
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Blame Disconnect Help Pain
You transfix me quite.
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Life Person Quiet Transmix
You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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Entire Own People World
Adversity is a good school.
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Adversity School Trouble
Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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Force Gentleness Potent
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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Arm Lamb Shepherds
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.
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Grief Love Struggle
He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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First Recognise Saw
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
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Alive Birth Cry Weak
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Humanity Keys Three
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Love Missing Sleep

I am no bird and no net ensnares me

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