There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
Charlotte BrontëLove me, then, or hate me, as you will," I said at last, "you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace.
Charlotte BrontëTags: forgiveness final-words love-and-hate
quit that chatter you block head and do my bidding.
Charlotte BrontëFolds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast.
Charlotte BrontëHer beauty, her pink cheeks, and golden curls, seemed to give delight to all who looked at her and to purchase indemnity for every fault
Charlotte BrontëTags: sad-but-true
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question.
Charlotte BrontëI stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much.
Charlotte BrontëTags: loneliness isolation
What do I want? A new place, in a new house, amongst new faces, under new circumstances.
Charlotte BrontëI will do my best: it is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.
Charlotte BrontëAgain the surprised expression crossed his face. He had not imagined that a woman would dare to speak so to a man. For me, I felt at home in this sort of discourse. I could never rest in communication with strong discreet, and refined minds, whether male or female, till I had passed the outworks of conventional reserve, and crossed the threshold of confidence, and won a place by their heart's very hearthstone.
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