"Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs."
"I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me."
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Source: Charlotte Bronte (2016). “Villette”, p.327, Xist Publishing
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