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 BrontëTag: 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 BrontëTag: 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 BrontëTag: 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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