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| Peril, loneliness, an uncertain future, are not oppressive evils, so long as the frame is healthy and the faculties are employed; so long, especially, as Liberty lends us her wings, and Hope guides us by her star. | Charlotte Bronte | Villette |  |
| Certain accidents of the weather, for instance, were almost dreaded by me, because they woke the being I was always lulling, and stirred up a craving cry I could not satisfy. | Charlotte Bronte | Villette | |
| The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease. | Charlotte Bronte | Villette | |
| Sleep went quite away. I used to rise in the night, look round for her, beseech her earnestly to return. A rattle of the window, a cry of the blast only replied---Sleep never came! | Charlotte Bronte | Villette | |
| No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato. | Charlotte Bronte | Villette | |
| I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. | Charlotte Bronte | Villette | |
| Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings. | Charlotte Bronte | Villette | |
| I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep. | Charlotte Bronte | Villette | |
| There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may. | Charlotte Bronte | Villette | |
| The legend went, unconfirmed and unaccredited, but still propagated. | Charlotte Bronte | Villette | |
