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Charlotte Bronte

"My heart almost died within me; miserable longings strained its chords. How long were the September days! How silent, how lifeless!"

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Donna Grant

"Before the house-maid had lit the fire the next day, or the sun gained any power over the cold, gloomy morning in January, Marianne, only half dressed, was kneeling against one of the window-seats for the sake of all the little light she could command from it, and writing as fast as a continual flow of tears would permit her."

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Donna Grant

"Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy."

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Donna Grant

"I'm so involved in melancholy."

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Donna Grant

"The cello is such a melancholy instrument, such an isolated, miserable instrument."

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Donna Grant

"My heart almost died within me; miserable longings strained its chords. How long were the September days! How silent, how lifeless!"

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Donna Grant

"Do tears not yet spilledwait in small lakes?Or are they invisible riversthat run toward sadness?"

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Donna Grant

"I enjoy melancholic music and art. They take me to places I don't normally get to go."

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Donna Grant

"Diabetes is caused by melancholy."

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Donna Grant

"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever i find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet... I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me."

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Donna Grant

"In applying this subject to the melancholy event, which has deprived this Diocese of its venerable Bishop, we presume not to compare him with the blessed Apostle, of whom we have been speaking."

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Charlotte Bronte
"I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience."

Equality

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Charlotte Bronte
"I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high."

Freedom

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Charlotte Bronte
"If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own."

Friendship

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Charlotte Bronte
"You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourself, as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person's strength."

Life

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Charlotte Bronte
"I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me."

Love

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Charlotte Bronte
"I feel monotony and death to be almost the same."

Death

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Charlotte Bronte
"I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame."

Needs

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Charlotte Bronte
"You have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose then, your heart has been weeping blood?"

Despair

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Charlotte Bronte
"A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow."

Mind

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Charlotte Bronte
"You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream."

Illusion

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