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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEAll my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.
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If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
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Better to be without logic than without feeling.
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And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
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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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There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
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Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
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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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Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
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It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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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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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 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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