# Quote — Charlotte Brontë, Villette

> Liberty lends us her wings and Hope guides us by her star.

- Author: [Charlotte Brontë](https://www.leafyquotes.com/charlotte-bronte.md)
- Book: [Villette](https://www.leafyquotes.com/charlotte-bronte/villette.md)
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- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/charlotte-bronte/villette/liberty-lends-us-her

## More from this book

> I told him how we kept fewer forms between us and God; retaining, indeed, no more than, perhaps, the nature of mankind in the mass rendered necessary for due observance. I told him I could not look on flowers and tinsel, on wax- lights and embroidery, at such times and under such circumstances as should be devoted to lifting the secret vision to Him whose home is Infinity, and His being — Eternity. That when I thought of sin and sorrow, of earthly corruption, mortal depravity, weighty temporal woe — I could not care for chanting priests or mumming officials; that when the pains of existence and the terrors of dissolution pressed before me — when the mighty hope and measureless doubt of the future arose in view — _then_, even the scientific strain, or the prayer in a language learned and dead, harassed: with hindrance a heart which only longed to cry — "God be merciful to me, a sinner!"

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> There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.

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> If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge - so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses - loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself.

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