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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
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I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal–as we are!
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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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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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Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
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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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That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.
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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
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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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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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