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    Charlotte Brontë
    “Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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    Barbara Kingsolver
    “People love to believe in danger, as long as it's you in harm's way, and them saying bless your heart.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, Demon Copperhead

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    Barbara Kingsolver
    “Sometimes a good day lasts all about 10 seconds.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, Demon Copperhead

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    Gustave Flaubert
    “She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

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    Gustave Flaubert
    “At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

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    Gustave Flaubert
    “Deep down, all the while, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she kept casting desperate glances over the solitary waster of her life, seeking some white sail in the distant mists of the horizon. She had no idea by what wind it would reach her, toward what shore it would bear her, or what kind of craft it would be – tiny boat or towering vessel, laden with heartbreaks or filled to the gunwhales with rapture. But every morning when she awoke she hoped that today would be the day; she listened for every sound, gave sudden starts, was surprised when nothing happened; and then, sadder with each succeeding sunset, she longed for tomorrow.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary



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