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Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.

Charlotte Bronte

Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.
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Morning Spring Summer
If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
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Foundation Friendship Sake
I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman.
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Evil Refined Selfish Strong
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!
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Addresses Feet Talk
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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Good Left Necessity Night
Presentiments are strange things: and so are sympathies; and so are signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity has not yet found the key.
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Humanity Key Three
as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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Hearty Hope Kindness
Too often do reviewers remind us of the mob of Astrologers, Chaldeans, and Soothsayers gathered before ‘the writing on the wall’ and unable to read the characters or make known the interpretation.
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Character Wall Writing
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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Grief Love Struggle
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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Home Kindness Rochester
Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
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Flirt Flirty Sex Trade
Too often do reviewers remind us of the mob of Astrologers, Chaldeans, and Soothsayers gathered before ‘the writing on the wall’ and unable to read the characters or make known the interpretation.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Character Wall Writing
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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Flesh Husband Love Thing
It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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Love Obey Wicked
Remorse is the poison of life.
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Poison Regret Remorse
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

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.

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