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Remorse is the poison of life.

Charlotte Bronte

I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.
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Flower Hand Wish
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
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Alive Birth Cry Weak
Jane, be still; don’t struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.” “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.
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Bird Independent Struggle
Reader, I married him.
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Classic Married Reader
Your will shall decide your destiny.
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Decide Destiny Reason Result
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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Love Missing Sleep
It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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Answer Country People Thank
Remorse is the poison of life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Poison Regret Remorse
Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
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Genuine Sleep Tact
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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Children Soul Think
I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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Mean Stone Vision
You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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Entire Own People World
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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Kind Read Serious
I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they had nor could have sympathy with anything in me.
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Fascinate Quality Shape
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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Good Left Necessity Night
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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Hate Lying School

Remorse is the poison of life.

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