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Reader, I married him.
Charlotte Bronte -
To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage.
Charlotte Bronte
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Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is around us, for it is everywhere; and those spirits watch us, for they are commissioned to gaurd us; and if we were dying in pain and shame, if scorn smote us on all sides, and hatred crushed us, angels see our tortures, recognize our innocence, and God waits ony a speration of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward.
Charlotte Bronte -
My love has placed her little hand With noble faith in mine, And vowed that wedlock's sacred band Our nature shall entwine. My love has sworn, with sealing kiss, With me to live -- to die; I have at last my nameless bliss: As I love -- loved am I!
Charlotte Bronte -
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
Charlotte Bronte -
I am no bird and no net ensnares me...
Charlotte Bronte -
Unlawful pleasure, trenching on another's rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasureits hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave forever.
Charlotte Bronte -
The idea of seeing the sea - of being near it - watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday - in calm, perhaps in storm - fills and satisfies my mind.
Charlotte Bronte
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Great pains were taken to hide chains with flowers...
Charlotte Bronte -
Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.
Charlotte Bronte -
The shadows are as important as the light.
Charlotte Bronte -
That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
Charlotte Bronte -
I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.
Charlotte Bronte -
I wished critics would judge me as an author, not as a woman.
Charlotte Bronte
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Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.
Charlotte Bronte -
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.
Charlotte Bronte -
Make my happiness--I will make yours.
Charlotte Bronte -
Enjoy the blessings Heaven bestows, Assist his friends, forgive his foes; Trust God, and keep his statutes still, Upright and firm, through good and ill; Thankful for all that God has given, Fixing his firmest hopes on heaven; Knowing that earthly joys decay, But hoping through the darkest day.
Charlotte Bronte -
I can but die... and I believe in God. Let me try and wait His will in silence.
Charlotte Bronte -
He made me love him without looking at me.
Charlotte Bronte
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I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.
Charlotte Bronte -
My God, whose son, as on this night, took on Him the form of man, and for man vouchsafed to suffer and bleed, controls thy hand, and without His behest, thou canst not strike a stroke. My God is sinless, eternal, all-wise, and in Him is my trust, and though stripped and crushed by thee, -though naked, desolate, void of resource- I do not despair:where the lance of Guthrum now wet with my blood, I should not despair. I watch, I toil, I hope, I pray: Jehovah, in His own time, will aid.
Charlotte Bronte -
Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all, and to burst with boldness and good-will into the silent sea of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations.
Charlotte Bronte -
In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life—November seasons of disaster, when a man's hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect.
Charlotte Bronte