I again felt rather like an individual of but average gastronomical powers, sitting down to feast alone at a table spread with provisions for a hundred.
Charlotte BrontëI mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester
Charlotte BrontëMots clés music
Out of obscurity I came, to obscurity I can easily return.
Charlotte BrontëBelgium! name unromantic and unpoetic, yet name that whenever uttered has in my ear a sound, in my heart an echo, such as no other assemblage of syllables, however sweet or classic, can produce. Belgium! I repeat the word, now as I sit alone near midnight. It stirs my world of the past like a summons to resurrection; the graves unclose, the dead are raised; thoughts, feelings, memories that slept, are seen by me ascending from the clods--haloed most of them--but while I gaze on their vapoury forms, and strive to ascertain definitely their outline, the sound which wakened them dies, and they sink, each and all, like a light wreath of mist, absorbed in the mould, recalled to urns, resealed in monuments.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés travel
Now here (he pointed to the leafy enclosure we had entered) all is real, sweet, and pure
Charlotte BrontëI am only bound to invoke Memory where I know her responses will possess some degree of interest.
Charlotte BrontëLittle Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés classic-fiction
It would not be wicked to love me."
"It would to obey you.
I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.
Charlotte BrontëIf he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity.
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