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I knew, you would do me good, in some way, at some time;- I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their expression and smile did not- (again he stopped)- did not (he proceeded hastily) strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing.
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romance
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Charlotte Brontë |
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09bae38
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I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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5d81014
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I have now been married ten years. I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest - blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband's life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness of my Edward's society: he knows none of mine, any more than we each do the p..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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e924c81
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It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you.
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love
patience
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Charlotte Brontë |
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ed6ce2b
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I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.
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inspirational
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Charlotte Bronte |
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1c0e891
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Most true is it that 'beauty is in the eye of the gazer.' My master's colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth, -- all energy, decision, will, -- were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to me; they were full of an interest, an influence that quite mastered me, -- that took my feelings from my own power and fettered them in his. I had..
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love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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7d14665
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It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.
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hard-work
pity
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Charlotte Brontë |
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c6665f2
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I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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98d1b90
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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. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of Heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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03e39e7
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I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
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nature
restless
restlessness
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Charlotte Brontë |
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490cec4
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Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.
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life
expectation
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Charlotte Brontë |
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bac4d5f
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They spoke almost as loud as Feeling: and that clamoured wildly. "Oh, comply!" it said. "Think of his misery; think of his danger -- look at his state when left alone; remember his headlong nature; consider the recklessness following on despair -- soothe him; save him; love him; tell him you love him and will be his. Who in the world cares for you? or who will be injured by what you do?" Still indomitable was the reply -- "I care for myself..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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bc57f01
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I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me. For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract: I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him.I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered: - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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66f4b4f
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I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre"
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Charlotte Brontë |
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00729b9
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And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.
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virtue
romance
spirit
purity
soul
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Charlotte Brontë |
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c9950b2
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A great deal; you are good to those who are good to you. It is all I ever desire to be. If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust, the wicked people would have it all their own way; they would never feel afraid, and so they would never alter, but would grow worse and worse. 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 s..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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0cb6507
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I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.
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confidence
social-anxiety
self-esteem
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Charlotte Brontë |
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bc185c4
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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.
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love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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3e20aad
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I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!
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friends
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Charlotte Brontë |
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53fc663
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If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love our friends for their sakes rather than for our own.
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friends
friendship
respect
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Charlotte Brontë |
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9ba820c
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God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest.
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suicide
courage
joy
death
strength
optimism
life
steadfastness
endurance
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Charlotte Brontë |
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776280e
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His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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9b7cf73
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Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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e2bb078
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Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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e402875
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It is a long way off, sir" "From what Jane?" "From England and from Thornfield: and ___" "Well?" "From you, sir"
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distance
leaving
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Charlotte Brontë |
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1566d09
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Your will shall decide your destiny.
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will
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Charlotte Brontë |
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cd02a17
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I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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I thank my Maker, that in the midst of judgment he has remembered mercy. I humbly entreat my Redeemer to give me strength to lead henceforth a purer life than I have done hitherto.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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15b1fee
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And your will shall decide your destiny," he said: "I offer you my hand, my heart, and a share of all my possessions." You play a farce, which I merely laugh at." I ask you to pass through life at my side--to be my second self, and best earthly companion." For that fate you have already made your choice, and must abide by it." Jane, be still a few moments: you are over-excited: I will be still too." A waft of wind came sweeping down th..
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marriage
marriage-proposal
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Charlotte Brontë |
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17d61bf
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There are certain phrases potent to make my blood boil -- improper influence! What old woman's cackle is that?" "Are you a young lady?" "I am a thousand times better: I am an honest woman, and as such I will be treated."
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integrity
marriage
influence
self-determination
independence
women
honesty
love
uprightness
propriety
matrimony
respect
gender
self-respect
expectations
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Charlotte Brontë |
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0045fb6
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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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inspiration
life
wisdom
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Charlotte Brontë |
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f43637f
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Do you like him much?' I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults.' Is he?' All boys are.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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I'll walk where my own nature would be leading. It vexes me to choose another guide.
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self-reliance
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Charlotte Brontë |
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a570f79
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He made me love him without looking at me.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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71c8d0f
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I am paving hell with energy... I am laying down good intentions which I believe durable as flint.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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f2388d2
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No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. The first was a page so heavenly sweet, so deadly sad, that to read one line of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy. The last was an awful blank, something like then world when the deluge was gone by.
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hopelessness
future
past
sadness
heartbreak
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Charlotte Brontë |
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d5fe9a4
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A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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c605367
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To women who please me only by their faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts -- when they open to me a perspective of flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to the clear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break -- at once supple and stable, tractable and consistent -- I am ever tender and true. (Mr Rochester..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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75308d8
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A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank; he wishes to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her. He steals softly over the grass, careful to make no sound; he pauses -- fancying she has stirred: he withdraws: not for worlds would he be seen. All is still: he again advances: he bends above her; a light veil rests on her features: he lifts it, bends lower; now his eyes anticipate the vision of beauty -- warm, and blooming,..
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reality
imagery
jane-eyre
expectation
horror
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Charlotte Brontë |
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ce25de2
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To prolong doubt was to prolong hope.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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3580988
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But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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f681730
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When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you, and you wanted to read the tablet of one's heart.
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learning
heart
love
inquisitive
human-nature
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Charlotte Brontë |
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0a59de3
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Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.
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silence
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Charlotte Brontë |
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5d33465
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What necessity is there to dwell on the Past, when the Present is so much surer-the Future so much brighter?
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Charlotte Brontë |