If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEAfter 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.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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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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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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Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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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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He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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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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Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
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Oh madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children’s mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!
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I have no wish to talk nonsense.” “If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.
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Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
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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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You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.
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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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Remorse is the poison of life.
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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