Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEAdversity is a good school.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
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There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.
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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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Too 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.
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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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My 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.
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I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
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Better to be without logic than without feeling.
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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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You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
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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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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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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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I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
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Remorse is the poison of life.
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