I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYou — 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.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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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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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
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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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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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Adversity is a good school.
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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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You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
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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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And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
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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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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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Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
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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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE