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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEToo 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.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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Better to be without logic than without feeling.
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I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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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.
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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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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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He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
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Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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Your will shall decide your destiny.
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Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
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And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
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I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
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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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