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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

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 BRONTE

Encouragement Heart Night
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Circumstance Give Self Soul
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Fascinate Quality Shape
That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Affection First Foundation
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Equality Freedom Women
Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Accord Away Push Shake
Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Genuine Sleep Tact
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?
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Arms Lamb Shepherd
You transfix me quite.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Life Person Quiet Transmix
You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Faces Look World
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!
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Spring Summer Sunshine
Remorse is the poison of life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Poison Regret Remorse
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Flesh Husband Love Thing
If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Amaze Little Men
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Brother Home Humble
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Good Left Necessity Night

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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