Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés spring
I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés love affection attraction
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A loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough; or rather your sternness has a power beyond beauty.
Charlotte BrontëI wonder at the goodness of God, the generosity of my friends, the bounty of my lot. I do not repine.
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Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés men
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I often think it would be such luxury to go mad, and not have to worry about anything. Others would have to worry for me, about me.
Charlotte BrontëEverything in life seems unreal.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés unreal believable
Well, then, with Miss Temple you are good?"
"Yes, in a passive way: I make no effort; I follow as inclination guides me. There is no merit in such goodness.
He is not to them what he is to me,' I thought: 'he is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine - I am sure he is - I feel akin to him - I understand the language of his countenance and movements: thought rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him. Did I say, a few days since, that I had nothing to do with him but to receive my salary at his hands? did I forbid myself to think of him in any other light than as a paymaster? Blasphemy against nature! Every good, true, vigorous feeling I have gathers impulsively round him. I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smoehter 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 for ever sundered - and yet, while I breathe and I think, I must love him.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés love
Mine was the game where the player cannot lose and may win.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés inspirational
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