as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
CHARLOTTE BRONTETake my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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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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Adversity is a good school.
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You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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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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I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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My home is humble and unattractive to strangers, but to me it contains what I shall find nowhere else in the world – the … affection which brothers and sisters feel for each other.
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Rochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.
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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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I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
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Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
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Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.
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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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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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