To women who please me only by their faces I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts when they open to me a perspective of flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to the clear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break - at once supple and stable, tractable and consistent - I am ever tender and true.

Charlotte Bronte

Charlotte Bronte

English author

21 April 1816 — 31 March 1855

Jane Eyre

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