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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 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
as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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Hearty Hope Kindness
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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Good Left Necessity Night
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
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
You transfix me quite.
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Innovation Quite Transfix
I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand – they only. Know this at last.
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Hand Heart Independence
It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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Love Obey Wicked
Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
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Genuine Sleep Tact
I have no wish to talk nonsense.” “If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.
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Grave Mistake Quiet Wish
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.
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Ocean Sea Sunrise Sunset
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
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
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Independence Last Self
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
A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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Depressing Difficult Page

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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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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