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“‘Is it really for love he is going to marry you?’ she asked. I was so hurt by her coldness ans scepticism, that tears rose to my eyes. ‘I am sorry to grieve you,’ pursued the widow; 'but you are so young, and so little acquainted with men, I wished to put you on your guard. It is an old saying that “all is not gold that glitters”; and in this case I do fear there will be something found to be different to what either you or I suspect.’”
— Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (via janeeyrequotes)
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She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. ― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things.
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late 19th century perfume bottles
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“I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night: I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye.”
— Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (Chapter 16)
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haworth; yorkshire
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if i'm not gonna be mistaken for a pale spectre wandering the moors in pre-dawn light literally what is the point of my existence
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Heathcliff: Thirsty for Catherine. 24/7.
Catherine: *dies*
Heathcliff: Thirsty for the ghost of Catherine. 24/7.
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wuthering heights is essentially an academically acclaimed tea session lmfao. that’s right nelly sis, keep spilling on catherine and heathcliff! the people wanna know!
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Another trip to Haddon Hall.
I’m in love all over again.
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Edale, England - by Ian Taylor
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Clovelly, England
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This looks like heaven
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I love this copy of Wuthering that I got from their house in Haworth <3
(Memories of summer)
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Bibury, Gloucestershire, Cotswolds, England, UK
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“Glad was I to get him out of the silk warehouse, and then out of a jeweler’s shop: the more he bought me, the more my cheek burned with a sense of annoyance and degradation. As we re-entered the carriage, and I sat back, feverish and fagged, I remembered what, in the hurry of events, dark and bright, I had wholly forgotten – the letter of my uncle, John Eyre, to Mrs. Reed: his intention to adopt me and make me his legatee. ‘It would, indeed be a relief,’ I thought, 'if I had ever so small an independency; I never can bear being dressed like a doll by Mr. Rochester, or sitting like a second Danae with the golden shower falling daily round me.’”
— jane eyre, charlotte brontë
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“Much enjoyment I do not expect in the life opening before me: yet it will, doubtless, if I regulate my mind, and exert my powers as I ought, yield me enough to live on from day to day.”
— Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
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