Spoken to her husband of nine months, Rev. Arthur Nicholls. Oh, I am not going to die, am I He will not separate us, we have been so happy.
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If still the paths of lore she follow,'Twill be with tired and goaded will;
She'll only toil, the aching hollow,
The joyless blank of life to fill.
Charlotte Bronte
A Christmas frost had come at midsummer a white December storm had whirled over June ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway.
Charlotte Bronte
Let your performance do the thinking.
Charlotte Bronte
Nomy will shall yet control
Thy will, so high and free,
And love shall tame that haughty soul
Yestenderest love for me.
Charlotte Bronte
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
Charlotte Brontë
You -- poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are -- I entreat to accept me as a husband.
Charlotte Bronte
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