Philosophy of Mind Quotes by Charlotte Bronte

6 Philosophy of Mind quotes by Charlotte Bronte

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“Something real, cool, and solid, lies before you something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness…

Charlotte Brontë

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“When once more alone, I reviewed the information I had got; looked into my heart, examined its thoughts and feelings, and endeavored…

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“Do you wonder that I avow this to you? Know, that in the course of your future life you will often find yourself elected the involuntary confidant of your acquaintances' secrets: people will instinctively find out, as I have done, that it is not your forte to tell of yourself, but to listen while others talk of themselves; they will…

Charlotte Bronte

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms…

Charlotte Bronte

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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…

Charlotte Brontë

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“I had to stem a rapid rush of retrospective thought before I quailed to the dismal present.”

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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…

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“This night is not calm; the equinox still struggles in its storms. The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud disparts and rolls away from heaven, not passing and leaving a sea all sapphire, but tossed buoyant before a continued, long-sounding, high-rushing moonlight tempest. The Moon reigns glorious, glad of the gale, as glad as if…

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