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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.

Charlotte Bronte

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?
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Arm Lamb Shepherds
I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Almost Feel Monotony
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 BRONTE

Ocean Sea Sunrise Sunset
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Age Memories Year
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Grief Love Struggle
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Bird Country Ensnare Person
Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Force Gentleness Potent
You transfix me quite.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Innovation Quite Transfix
Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Genuine Sleep Tact
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Love Missing Sleep
And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Answers Done Knock Left
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Fate Forever Heart
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Encouragement Heart Night
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Alive Birth Cry Weak
It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Love Obey Wicked
Remorse is the poison of life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Poison Regret Remorse

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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