The idea of seeing the sea – of being near it – watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday – in calm, perhaps in storm – fills and satisfies my mind.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEThe cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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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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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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That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
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And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
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There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.
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The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.
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I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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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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It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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Your will shall decide your destiny.
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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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Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
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