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The end of Religion is not to teach us how to die, but how to live.

Anne Bronte

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Anne Bronte
Age: 29 †
Born: 1820
Born: January 17
Died: 1849
Died: May 28
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West Yorkshire
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He had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough.
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I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other besides, I like to enjoy my life at all sides and ends, which cannot be done by one that suffers himself to be the slave of a single propensity.
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Then, you must fall each into your proper place. You'll do your business, and she, if she's worthy of you, will do hers but it's your business to please yourself, and hers to please you.
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There is always a but in this imperfect world.
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But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.
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If we can only speak to slander our betters, let us hold our tongues.
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Farewell to Thee! But not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of Thee Within my heart they still shall dwell And they shall cheer and comfort me.
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I began this book with the intention of concealing nothing, that those who liked might have the benefit of perusing a fellow creature's heart: but we have some thoughts that all the angels in heaven are welcome to behold -- but not our brother-men -- not even the best and kindest amongst them.
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Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
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Such humble talents as God had given me I will endeavour to put to their greatest use if I am able to amuse, I will try to benefit too and when I fell it my duty to speak unpalatable truth, with the help of God, I will speak it, through it be to the prejudice of my name and to the detriment of my reader's immediate pleasure as well as my own.
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I thought Mr. Millward never would cease telling us that he was no tea-drinker, and that it was highly injurious to keep loading the stomach with slops to the exclusion of more wholesome sustenance, and so give himself time to finish his fourth cup.
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The ties that bind us to life are tougher than you imagine, or than any one can who has not felt how roughly they may be pulled without breaking.
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It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior.
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And then, the unspeakable purity - and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling, as if wild with glee.
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There are great books in this world and great worlds in books.
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I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other.
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All our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthens by exercise.
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Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?
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You might as well sell yourself to slavery at once, as marry man you dislike.
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