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Charlotte Bronte

"Of an artistic temperament, I deny that I am; yet I must possess something of the artist's faculty of making the most of present pleasure."

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"Of an artistic temperament, I deny that I am; yet I must possess something of the artist's faculty of making the most of present pleasure."

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Akiroq Brost

"Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art."

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"The capacity to be puzzled is the premise of all creation, be it in art or in science."

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Akiroq Brost

"I see my life in terms of music."

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Akiroq Brost

"Logic: The art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding."

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Akiroq Brost

"She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir."

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Akiroq Brost

"The truth is not that we need the critics in order to enjoy the authors, but that we need the authors in order to enjoy the critics."

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Akiroq Brost

"The crushed teapot in the rubbish of the bulldozed house will sing in your ears forever."

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Akiroq Brost

"History develops, art stands still."

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Akiroq Brost

"We are all artists painting our desires on the canvas of life and time."

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Akiroq Brost

"To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job."

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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."

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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."

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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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