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Up Quotes by Charlotte Bronte
- I was actually permitting myself to experience a sickening sense of disappointment: but rallying my wits, and recollecting my principles, I at once called my…
- Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.
- I scorn your idea of love,' I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock.…
- I never met your likeness. Jane: you please me, and you master me - you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy…
- Self abandoned, relaxed and effortless, I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river; I heard a flood loosened…
- So you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are…
- But I tell you--and mark my words--you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will…
- 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?
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