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!
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYour will shall decide your destiny.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
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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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Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
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The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,–and to speak.
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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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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You — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You — poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are — I entreat to accept me as a husband.
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Remorse is the poison of life.
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For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
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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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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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There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
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