Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
CHARLOTTE BRONTERochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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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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Better to be without logic than without feeling.
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He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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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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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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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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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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Such is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd’s can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.
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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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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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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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