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Increase of love brings increase of happiness, when it is mutual, and pure as that will be.

Anne Bronte

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Anne Bronte
Age: 29 †
Born: 1820
Born: January 17
Died: 1849
Died: May 28
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Novelist
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Thornton
West Yorkshire
Acton Bell
Ann Brontë
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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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