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0d0651b
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Graham's thoughts of me were not entirely those of a frozen indifference, after all. I believe in that goodly mansion, his heart, he kept one little place under the skylights where Lucy might have entertainment, if she chose to call. It was not so handsome as the chambers where he lodged his male friends; it was not like the hall where he accommodated his philanthropy, or the library where he treasured his science, still less did it resembl..
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villette
unrequited-love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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902672f
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You mocking changeling- fairy-born and human-bred!
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Charlotte Brontë |
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a6aa5e7
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These struggles with the natural character, the strong native bent of the heart, may seem futile and fruitless, but in the end they do good. They tend, however slightly, to give the actions, the conduct, that turn which Reason approves, and which Feeling, perhaps too often opposes: they certainly make a difference in the general tenor of a life, and enable it to be better regulated, more equable, quieter on the surface; and it is on the sur..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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af3fca9
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But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know? -I believe; I have faith: I am going to God. -Where is God? What is God? -My maker and yours, who will never destroy what He created. I rely implicitly on His power, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me.
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death
religion
friend
classic
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Charlotte Brontë |
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09a52b9
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I would always rather be happy than dignified..
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jane-eyre
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Charlotte Brontë |
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5a61769
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Monsieur, if a wife's nature loathes that of the man she is wedded to, marriage must be slavery. Against slavery all right thinkers revolt, and though torture be the price of resistance, torture must be dared: though the only road to freedom lie through the gates of death, those gates must be passed; for freedom is indispensable. Then, monsieur, I would resist as far as my strength permitted; when that strength failed I should be sure of a ..
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mistreatment
unhappy-marriage
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Charlotte Brontë |
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7916c9d
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St John Rivers: What will you do with all your fine accomplishments? Jane Eyre: I will save them until they're wanted. They will keep.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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12f6b72
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And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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247823b
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Fair as a lily, and not only the pride of life, but the desire of his eyes
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Charlotte Brontë |
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7a318e2
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That bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, "the waters came into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing; I came into deep waters; the floods overflowed me."
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Charlotte Brontë |
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ef8fee4
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It did not seem as if a prop were withdrawn, but rather as if a motive were gone: it was not the power to be tranquil which had failed me, but the reason for tranquility was no more.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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c09a3a0
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My spirits were excited, and with pleasure and ease I talked to him during supper, and for a long time after. There was no harassing restraint, no repressing of glee and vivacity with him; for with him I was at perfect ease, because I knew I suited him; all I said or did seemed either to console or revive him. Delightful consciousness! It brought to life and light my whole nature: in his presence I thoroughly lived; and he lived in mine.
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love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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74b47ae
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No man likes to acknowledge that he has made a mistake in the choice of his profession, and every man, worthy of the name, will row long against wind and tide before he allows himself to cry out, 'I am baffled!' and submits to be floated passively back to land.
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life
profession
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Charlotte Brontë |
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bfec428
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My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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4de1902
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Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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44bb8de
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Nor did I reflect that some herbs, "though scentless when entire, yield fragrance when they're bruised." --
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Charlotte Brontë |
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5108b0e
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It was in looking up at him her aspect had caught its lustre - the light repeated in her eyes beamed first out of his.
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paulina
villette
requited-love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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7cfd556
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tlk hy lsbyl lty tnthjh l'Hdth fy hdhh lHy@. fm n ystqr lmqm blmr fy mwTnin mn mwTn lstrH@ bhyj, HtaW~ yd`wh Swtun m l~ lnhwD wlrtHl. l'n s`@ lrH@ qd nqDt.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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bb88cc4
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I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I shoul..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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2a31dd0
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Relinquish! What! my vocation? My great work? My foundation laid on earth for a mansion in heaven? My hopes of being numbered in the band who have merged all ambitions in the glorious one of bettering their race - of carrying knowledge into the realms of ignorance - of substituting peace for war - freedom for bondage - religion for superstition - the hope of heaven for the fear of hell? Must I relinquish that? It is dearer than the blood in..
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goals-in-life
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Charlotte Brontë |
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20e7714
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Love is real--the most real, the most lasting, the sweetest and yet the bitterest thing we know.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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113e6b9
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That night I never thought to sleep; but a slumber fell on me as soon as I lay down in bed. I was transported in thought to the scenes of childhood: I dreamt I lay in the red-room at Gateshead; that the night was dark, and my mind impressed with strange fears. The light that long ago had struck me into syncope, recalled in this vision, seemed glidingly to mount the wall, and tremblingly to pause in the centre of the obscured ceiling. I lift..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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2666bdc
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My heart is mute--my heart is mute
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Charlotte Brontë |
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744620d
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Ex-act-ly, pre-cisely: with your usual acuteness, you have hit the nail straight on the head.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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b262e06
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And if I had loved him less I should have thought his accent and look of exultation savage; but, sitting by him, roused from the nightmare of parting- called to the paradise of union- I thought only of the bliss given to me to drink in so abundant a flow. Again and again he said, "Are you happy, Jane?" And again and again I answered, "Yes."
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love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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82d6758
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Meantime, let me ask myself one question--Which is better?--To have surrendered to temptation; listened to passion; made no painful effort--no struggle;--but to have sunk down in the silken snare; fallen asleep on the flowers covering it; wakened in a southern clime, amongst the luxuries of a pleasure villa: to have been now living in France, Mr. Rochester's mistress; delirious with his love half my time--for he would--oh, yes, he would hav..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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St. John's eyes, though clear enough in a literal sense, in a figurative one were difficult to fathom. He seemed to use them rather as instruments to search other people's thoughts, than as agents to reveal his own: the which combination of keenness and reserve was considerably more calculated to embarrass than to encourage.
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eyes
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Charlotte Brontë |
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b0adf94
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Life, however, was yet in my possession; with all its requirements, and pains, and responsibilities. The burden must be carried, and want provided for, the suffering endured, the responsibility fulfilled.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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I know that a stranger's hand will write to me next, to say that the good and faithful servant has been called at length into the joy of his Lord. And why weep for this? No fear of death will darken St. John's last hour: his mind will be unclouded; his heart will be undaunted; his hope will be sure; his faith steadfast. His own words are a pledge of this: "My Master," he says, "has forewarned me. Daily he announces more distinctly, 'Surely ..
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religion
inspirational
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Charlotte Brontë |
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2a30ea1
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And I am a hard woman, -impossible to put off.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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2a075b1
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and she held out a pretty gold ring. 'Put it,' she said, 'on the fourth finger of my left hand, and I am yours and you are mine; and we shall leave Earth and make our own Heaven yonder.'
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Charlotte Brontë |
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You would say you don't see it: at least I flatter myself I read as much in your eye (beware, by-the-by, what you express with that organ, I am quick at interpreting its language).
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Charlotte Brontë |
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Worn out with this torture of thought, I rose to my knees. Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night; too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us: and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipr..
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inspirational
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Charlotte Brontë |
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c05dd21
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I tell you I must go!" I retorted, roused to something like passion. "Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?--a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!--I have as much soul as you,--and full as muc..
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feelings
jane-eyre
emotions
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Charlotte Brontë |
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f5d9105
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I believed in the existence of other and more vivid kinds of goodness, and what I believed in I wished to behold. Who blames me? Many, no doubt: and I shall be called discontented. I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes. Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third story, backwards and forwards, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind's eye to dwel..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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Alas, Experience!
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Charlotte Brontë |
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48642b1
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There is one in this tribe too often miserable - a child bereaved of both parents. None cares for this child: she is fed sometimes, but oftener forgotten: a hut rarely receives her: the hollow tree and chill cavern are her home. Forsaken, lost, and wandering, she lives more with the wild beast and bird than with her own kind. Hunger and cold are her comrades: sadness hovers over, and solitude besets her round. Unheeded and unvalued, she sho..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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b42ff8e
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I will attire my Jane in satin and lace, and she shall have roses in her hair and I will cover the head I love best with a priceless veil.' 'And then you won't know me, sir, and I shall not be your Jane Eyre any longer, but an ape in a harlequin's jacket, -a jay in borrowed plumes. I would as soon see you, Mr. Rochester, tricked out in stage-trappings, as myself clad in a court-lady's robe; and I don't call you handsome,sir, though I love y..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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4b11924
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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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Charlotte Brontë |
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fcb0d70
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The standard heroes and heroines of novels, are personages in whom I could never, from childhood upwards, take an interest, believe to be natural, or wish to imitate: were I obliged to copy these characters, I would simply -- not write at all. Were I obliged to copy any former novelist, even the greatest, even Scott, in anything , I would not write -- Unless I have something of my own to say, and a way of my own to say it in, I have no busi..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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857ca32
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The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle.
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emmanuel
faraway-love
lucy-snow
villette
energy
separation
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Charlotte Brontë |
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d49320d
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This pure little drop from a pure little source was too sweet: it penetrated deep, and subdued the heart
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heart
tear
sweet
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Charlotte Brontë |
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ecb2519
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I often think it would be such luxury to go mad, and not have to worry about anything. Others would have to worry for me, about me.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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4a05620
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I was not heroic enough to purchase liberty at the price of caste.
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liberty
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Charlotte Brontë |