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What we probably need right now is the courage to be disliked.

And yet, our need to be loved and our need for others’ approval, make us take a knife to our very souls, to sculpt an idealized version of ourselves; that is why we are unhappy and in pain.

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"My times are in Your hands." - Psalms 31:15

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"I am very happy Jane; and when you hear that I am dead, you must be sure and not grieve: there is nothing to grieve about. We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest. I leave no one to regret me much; I have only a father; and he is lately married and will not miss me. I had not the qualities or talents to make my way very well in the world: I should have been continually at fault."

~Helen Burns

Oh, I love Helen Burns so much :((( her words of affirmation are calming, but I wished she had valued herself more.

#jane eyre #helen burns #charlotte bronte

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Before you know it, you’ll be working for him at minimum wage while he can hardly walk from the weight in his pockets

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those conversations that require some time to elapse between exchanges.

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He watched the next person climb through the ropes. It was a girl, and as she slowly crossed the canvas, he noticed a tear torn down her left cheek. In her right hand was a newspaper. “The crossword,” she gently said, “is empty,” and she held it out to him. Dark. Nothing but dark now. Just basement. Just Jew.

:((((((((

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That’s what you make yourself believe—because deep down, you know that this small piece of changing fortune is a signal of things to come

#book thief

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“It was my fault,” Liesel answered. “Completely. I insulted the mayor’s wife and told her to stop crying over her dead son. I called her pathetic. That was when they fired you. Here.”

:( white lies saves emotion

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into the ugly air of her beautiful house,

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The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

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I, who had said I could not bear the shame of standing on my natural feet in the middle of the room, was now exposed to general view on the pedestal of infamy.

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The kind of whisper went to my heart like a dagger.

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In this situation, they were friendless and paralyzed.

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To live.

Living was living

The price was guilt and shame.

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One wild card was yet to be played

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Aww mah heart !

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Oh to have a friend like Bessie

"Bessie seemed to me the best, prettiest, kindest being in the world; and I wished most intensely that she would always be so pleasant and amiable, and never push me about, or scold, or task me unreasonably, as she was too often wont do." -Jane Eyre

#jane eyre #charlotte bronte