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.
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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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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It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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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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You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
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Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
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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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They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.
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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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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
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You transfix me quite.
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Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
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I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
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