Is it that they think it a duty to be continually talking,' pursued she: 'and so never pause to think, but fill up with aimless trifles and vain repetitions when subjects of real interest fail to present themselves? - or do they really take a pleasure in such discourse?' 'Very likely they do,' said I; 'their shallow minds can hold no great ideas, and their light heads are carried away by trivialities that would not move a better-furnished skull; - and their only alternative to such discourse is to plunge over head and ears into the slough of scandal - which is their chief delight.
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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