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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

as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Hearty Hope Kindness
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
And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Answers Done Knock Left
I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Impossible Natural Think
Jane, be still; don’t struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.” “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Bird Independent Struggle
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Life Nursing Together
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
Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Degradation Poverty Synonymous
Reader, I married him.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Classic Married Reader
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Bird Country Ensnare Person
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

Arm Lamb Shepherds
You transfix me quite.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Innovation Quite Transfix
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Independence Last Self
I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Flower Hand Wish
Jane Eyre “I desired more…than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn’t help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Blame Disconnect Help Pain

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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