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!
CHARLOTTE BRONTEThe idea of seeing the sea – of being near it – watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday – in calm, perhaps in storm – fills and satisfies my mind.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
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You transfix me quite.
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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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The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
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Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
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There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
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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.
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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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Your will shall decide your destiny.
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Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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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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