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Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.

Charlotte Bronte

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
Remorse is the poison of life.
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Poison Regret Remorse
I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
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Impossible Natural Think
There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.
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Body Occupation Suffering
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
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Independence Last Self
Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
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Genuine Sleep Tact
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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Humanity Key Three
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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Morning Spring Summer
I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they had nor could have sympathy with anything in me.
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Fascinate Quality Shape
It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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Love Obey Wicked
They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.
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First Happy Misery Suffer
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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Happiness Sound World
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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Hate Lying School
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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Fate Forever Heart
I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand – they only. Know this at last.
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Hand Heart Independence
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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Humanity Keys Three

Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.

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