My soul is awakened, <br/>my spirit is soaring.
Anne Bronte
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
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But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.
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I would not send a poor girl into the world,... Ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself.
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soul spirit
There is always a but in this imperfect world.
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Keep guard over your eyes and ears as the inlets of your heart, and over your lips as the outlets, lest they betray you in a moment of unwariness.
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She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.
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How sweet to feel its helpless form Depending thus on me alone! And while I hold it safe and warm What bliss to think it is my own! To feel my hand so kindly prest, To know myself beloved at last, To think my heart has found a rest, My life of solitude is past!
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If you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices.
life home
At your time of life, it's love that rules the roast: at mine, it's solid, serviceable gold.
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I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other; besides, I like to enjoy my life at all sides and ends, which cannot be done by one that suffers himself to be the slave of a single propensity.
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Alas! Poor Milicent, what encouragement can I give you? - or what advice - except that it is better to make a bold stand now, though at the expense of disappointing and angering both mother and brother, and lover, than to devote your whole life, hereafter, to misery and vain regret?
life
If the generous ideas of youth are too often over- clouded by the sordid views of after-life, that scarcely proves them to be false
Life and hope must cease together.
Though I hate him from my heart, and should rejoice at any calamity that could befall him, I'll leave him to God; and though I abhor my own life, I'll leave that, too, to Him that gave it.
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