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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?

Charlotte Bronte

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.
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Body Occupation Suffering
I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.
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Flower Hand Wish
You transfix me quite.
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Innovation Quite Transfix
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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Fate Forever Heart
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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Good Left Necessity Night
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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Distance Understanding Year
I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
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Answers Hand Rochester
And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
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Answers Done Knock Left
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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Home Kindness Rochester
That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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Affection First Foundation
Remorse is the poison of life.
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Poison Regret Remorse
You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.
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Love Missing Sleep
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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Reason Strikes Struck
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.
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Happiness Sound World
The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,–and to speak.
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Grief Love Struggle
A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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Depressing Difficult Page

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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