I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
CHARLOTTE BRONTEJane, be still; don’t struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.” “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.
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Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
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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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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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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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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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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.
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It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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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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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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I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
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Better to be without logic than without feeling.
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Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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