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All 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.

Charlotte Bronte

Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
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Genuine Sleep Tact
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.
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Morning Spring Summer
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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Foundation Friendship Sake
I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they had nor could have sympathy with anything in me.
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Fascinate Quality Shape
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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Circumstance Give Self Soul
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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Evil Refined Selfish Strong
Remorse is the poison of life.
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Poison Regret Remorse
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
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Spring Summer Sunshine
You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.
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Love Missing Sleep
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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Arms Lamb Shepherd
I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
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Almost Feel Monotony
Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
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Day Earth First One
Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
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Accord Away Push Shake
as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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Hearty Hope Kindness
You — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You — poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are — I entreat to accept me as a husband.
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Flesh Husband Love Thing
I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
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Answers Hand Rochester

All 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.

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