He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
CHARLOTTE BRONTECrying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
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You transfix me quite.
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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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I could not answer the ceaseless inward question-why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of-I will not say how many years, I see it clearly.
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Adversity is a good school.
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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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You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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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 men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
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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 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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A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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Your will shall decide your destiny.
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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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