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No legacy is so rich as honesty.
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| William Shakespeare | All's Well That Ends Well |
The sky was darkened, and a low rumbling sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many wings, a great chattering and laughing, and the sun came out of the dark sky to show the Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of immense and powerful wings on his shoulders.
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| L. Frank Baum | The Wonderful Wizard of Oz |
"Your father, Jo. He never loses patience, never doubts or complains, but always hopes, and works and waits so cheerfully that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him."
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| Louisa May Alcott | Little Women |
We should acknowledge God merciful, but not always for us comprehensible.
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| Charlotte Bronte | Villette |
"If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed; but the cleverest, the acutest men are often under an illusion about women. They do not read them in a true light; they misapprehend them, both for good and evil. Their good woman is a queer thing, half doll, half angel; their bad woman almost always a fiend."
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| Charlotte Bronte | Shirley |
Love can excuse anything except meanness; but meanness kills love, cripples even natural affection; without esteem true love cannot exist.
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| Charlotte Bronte | Shirley |
The wings of action and ambition could not long lie folded.
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| Charlotte Bronte | Shirley |
Love is real—the most real, the most lasting, the sweetest and yet the bitterest thing we know.
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| Charlotte Bronte | Shirley |
"You do not know how the people of this country bear malice. It is the boast of some of them that they can keep a stone in their pocket seven years, turn it at the end of that time, keep it seven years longer, and hurl it and hit their mark 'at last.'"
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| Charlotte Bronte | Shirley |
The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud disparts and rolls away from heaven, not passing and leaving a sea all sapphire, but tossed buoyant before a continued, long-sounding, high-rushing moonlight tempest. The moon reigns glorious, glad of the gale, as glad as if she gave herself to his fierce caress with love.
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| Charlotte Bronte | Shirley |
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