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    Charlotte Brontë
    “Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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    Charlotte Brontë
    “I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #3
    Charlotte Brontë
    “No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?"

    "They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer.

    "And what is hell? Can you tell me that?"

    "A pit full of fire."

    "And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"

    "No, sir."

    "What must you do to avoid it?"

    I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: "I must keep in good health and not die.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #4
    Frances Hodgson Burnett
    “Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off and they are nearly always doing it.”
    Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

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    Frances Hodgson Burnett
    “As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost as if he were made of them. She liked it very much and when she looked into his funny face with the red cheeks and round blue eyes she forgot that she had felt shy.”
    Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden



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