Your will shall decide your destiny.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEMy home is humble and unattractive to strangers, but to me it contains what I shall find nowhere else in the world – the … affection which brothers and sisters feel for each other.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
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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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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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Reader, I married him.
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That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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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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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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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.
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Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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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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Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
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Adversity is a good school.
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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?
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When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should – so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.
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Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
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