There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
CHARLOTTE BRONTESuch is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd’s can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.
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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.
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
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Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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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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Adversity is a good school.
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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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After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you.
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as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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You — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You — poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are — I entreat to accept me as a husband.
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Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
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Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
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You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
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