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No one can be happy in eternal solitude.
Anne Bronte
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Anne Bronte
Age: 29 †
Born: 1820
Born: January 17
Died: 1849
Died: May 28
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Thornton
West Yorkshire
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I was not really angry: I felt for him all the time, and longed to be reconciled but I determined he should make the first advances, or at least show some signs of an humble and contrite spirit, first for, if I began, it would only minister to his self-conceit, increase his arrogance, and quite destroy the lesson I wanted to give him.
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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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If the generous ideas of youth are too often over- clouded by the sordid views of after-life, that scarcely proves them to be false
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If you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices.
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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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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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What the world stigmatizes as romantic is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed.
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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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If we can only speak to slander our betters, let us hold our tongues.
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It is painful to doubt the sincerity of those we love.
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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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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 am truly miserable - more so than I like to acknowledge to myself. Pride refuses to aid me. It has brought me into the scrape, and will not help me out of it.
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A little girl loves her bird--Why? Because it lives and feels because it is helpless and harmless? A toad, likewise, lives and feels, and is equally helpless and harmless but though she would not hurt a toad, she cannot love it like the bird, with its graceful form, soft feathers, and bright, speaking eyes.
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To wheedle and coax is safer than to command.
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[Preface to second edition:] ... I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be.
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And why should he interest himself at all in my moral and intellectual capacities: what is it to him what I think and feel?' I asked myself. And my heart throbbed in answer to the question.
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You will form a very inadequate estimate of a man's character, if you judge by what a fond sister says of him. The worst of them generally know how to hide their misdeeds from their sisters' eyes, and their mother's, too.
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His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
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