To represent a bad thing in its least offensive light is, doubtless, the most agreeable course for a writer of fiction to pursue; but is it the most honest, or the safest? Is it better to reveal the snares and pitfalls of like to the young and thoughtless traveller, or to cover them with branches and flowers? Oh, reader! if there were less of this delicate concealment of facts--this whispering "Peace, peace," when there is no peace, there would be less of sin and misery to the young of both sexes who are left to wring their bitter knowledge from experience.
When a lady condescends to apologise, there is no keeping one’s anger. - Anne Bronte
When a lady condescends to apologise, there is no keeping one’s anger.
- Anne Bronte
There are great books in this world and great worlds in books. - Anne Bronte
There are great books in this world and great worlds in books.
A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine. - Anne Bronte
A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose. - Anne Bronte
But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring and carried aloft on the wings of the breeze. - Anne Bronte
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring and carried aloft on the wings of the breeze.
I would rather have your friendship than the love of any other woman in the world. - Anne Bronte
I would rather have your friendship than the love of any other woman in the world.
But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when … - Anne Bronte
But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when …
It is painful to doubt the sincerity of those we love. - Anne Bronte
It is painful to doubt the sincerity of those we love.
I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes. - Anne Bronte
I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.
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