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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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Akiroq Brost

"Cynicism is that blackguard defect of vision which compels us to see the world as it is instead of as it should be."

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Akiroq Brost

"I guess the painkillers wipe out your memory along with your ethics."

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Akiroq Brost

"Every gathering has its moment. As an adult, I distract myself by trying to identify it, dreading the inevitable downswing that is sure to follow. The guests will repeat themselves one too many times, or you'll run out of dope or liquor and realize that it was all you ever had in common."

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Akiroq Brost

"No matter how kind you are, always expect a few imbeciles."

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Akiroq Brost

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

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Akiroq Brost

"It is through experience that I have lost faith in USA law enforcement."

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Akiroq Brost

"Politicians are interested in the health of the people like predators savor live prey."

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Akiroq Brost

"I've given up men. It's true. At first, I was just going to give up attorneys, but that seemed immature - and far too exclusive, so I'm playing it safe and giving up all the penis-carrying humans."

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Akiroq Brost

"Anything that has cynicism to it and that's jaded is smutty."

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"Cynicism is the humour of hatred."

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

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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!"

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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."

Cynicism

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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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