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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

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

Faces Look World
Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Degradation Poverty Synonymous
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
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Good Left Necessity Night
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Independence Last Self
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Body Occupation Suffering
Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Age Memories Year
You transfix me quite.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

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

Accord Away Push Shake
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
I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand – they only. Know this at last.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Hand Heart Independence
A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Depressing Difficult Page
It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Answer Country People Thank
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 am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Hate Lying School
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

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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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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