Hope

 

hope

I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me.  For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract; I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him.  I must, then, repeat continually that we are ever sundered: – and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.”

Charlotte Bronte – Jane Eyre

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