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Charlotte Bronte

"Beauty is given to dolls, majesty to haughty vixens, but mind, feeling, passion and the crowning grace of fortitude are the attributes of an angel."

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"Beauty is given to dolls, majesty to haughty vixens, but mind, feeling, passion and the crowning grace of fortitude are the attributes of an angel."

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Akiroq Brost

"The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness."

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"Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light."

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Akiroq Brost

"The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly."

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Akiroq Brost

"Do what is beautiful to make yourself beautiful."

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Akiroq Brost

"A living poem" had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others."

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Akiroq Brost

"Beauty runs skin deep not on superficial assumptions or criticisms of many people. Live with a beautiful mind and heart. Live with a beautiful soul."

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Akiroq Brost

"She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes, eyes that were very pretty and very good."

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"He really was beautiful. I know boys aren't supposed to be, but he was."

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"Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old."

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"Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?"

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Charlotte Bronte
"I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon."

Routine

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Charlotte Bronte
"Entering by the carré, a piece of mirror-glass, set in an oaken cabinet, repeated my image. It said I was changed: my cheeks and lips were sodden white, my eyes were glassy, and my eyelids swollen and purple. On rejoining my companions, I knew they all looked at me - my heart seemed discovered to them: I believed myself self-betrayed. Hideously certain did it seem that the very youngest of the school must guess why and for whom I despaired."

Despair

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Charlotte Bronte
"Youth is gone -- gone -- and will never come back: can't help it."

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Charlotte Bronte
"How all my brain was in tumult, and all my heart in insurrection! Yet in what darkness, what dense ignorance, was the mental battle fought!"

Emotion

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Charlotte Bronte
"Such is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd's can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb."

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Charlotte Bronte
"I wish I had only offered youa sovereign instead of ten pounds. Give me back nine pounds, Jane; I've a use for it.''And so have I, sir,' I returned, putting my hands and my purse behind me. 'I could not spare the money on any account.''Little niggard!' said he, 'refusing me a pecuniary request! Give me five pounds, Jane.''Not five shillings, sir; nor five pence.''Just let me look at the cash.''No, sir; you are not to be trusted."

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Charlotte Bronte
"His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy."

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Charlotte Bronte
"Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea."

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Charlotte Bronte
"I had not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction, but trode the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre."

Conformity

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Charlotte Bronte
"Renewed hope followed renewed effort: It shone like the former for some weeks, then, like it, faded, flickered: Not a line, not a word reached me. When half a year wasted in vain expectancy, my hope died out, and then I felt dark indeed."

Despair

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