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 be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current...
("Jane Eyre")
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Remorse is the poison of life.Charlotte Bronte
But this I know the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master something that at times strangely wills and works for itself. If the result be attractive, the World will praise you, who little deserve praise if it be repulsive, the same World will blame you, who almost as little deserve blame.
Charlotte Brontë
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
Charlotte Bronte
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...
Charlotte Bronte
You have introduced a topic on which our natures are at variance -- a topic we should never discuss: the very name of love is an apple of discord between us. If the reality were required, what should we do? How should we feel? My dear cousin, abandon your scheme of marriage -- forget it.
Charlotte Bronte
I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me. For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract: I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him.I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered: - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.
Charlotte Bronte
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