Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
CHARLOTTE BRONTETake my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
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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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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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Adversity is a good school.
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He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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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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Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
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Reader, I married him.
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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.
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Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
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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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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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If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
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