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Jane, 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.

Charlotte Bronte

You transfix me quite.
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Life Person Quiet Transmix
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Grave Mistake Quiet Wish
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!
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Addresses Feet Talk
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
Remorse is the poison of life.
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Poison Regret Remorse
as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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Hearty Hope Kindness
Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Accord Away Push Shake
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Flower Hand Wish
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

Arm Lamb Shepherds
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Encouragement Heart Night
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Fate Forever Heart
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE

Morning Spring Summer
A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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Depressing Difficult Page
Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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Fairy Said Whispering
Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
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Genuine Sleep Tact
It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
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Answer Country People Thank

Jane, 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.

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Jane, 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.

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