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 BRONTEShake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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You transfix me quite.
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as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand – they only. Know this at last.
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Such is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd’s can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.
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Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.
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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 mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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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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For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
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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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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
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That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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Oh madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children’s mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!
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