I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
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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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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You transfix me quite.
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If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
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I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman.
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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Remorse is the poison of life.
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He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should – so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.
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The 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.
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Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
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I could not answer the ceaseless inward question-why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of-I will not say how many years, I see it clearly.
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Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
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I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal–as we are!
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Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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