“Is that the summit of earthly happiness, the end of life - to love? I don't think it is. It may be… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“But soon I said to myself, “The Hope I am bemoaning suffered and made me suffer much: it did not die till… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master - something that, at times, strangely… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
But this I know; the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of whichhe is not always mastersomething that at times… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Biblical promises, heard first in health, but then unheeded, come whispering to the couch of sickness; it is felt that a pitying… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Diana announced that she would just give me time to get over the honey-moon, and then she would come and see me.… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“And what is hell? Can you tell me that?” “A pit full of fire.” “And should you like to fall into that… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“(But) I learned in time that this benignity, this cordiality, this music, belonged in no shape to me: it was a part… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Life is too short to continue hating anyone for along time. We all have faults, but the time will come soon when… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“My spirits were excited, and with pleasure and ease I talked to him during supper, and for a long time after. There… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush,… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“And, moreover, you need not for a moment to insinuate that the virtues have taken refuge in cottages and wholly abandoned slated… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“The incident had occurred and was gone for me: itwasan incident of no moment, no romance, no interest in a sense; yet… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
Arraigned at my own bar, Memory having given her evidence of the hopes, wishes, sentiments I had been cherishing since last night--… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“If for instance the sentiment possessing for the moment the empire of our mind is sorrow, will not the genius sharpen the… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“And there is enchantment in the very hour I am now spending with you. Who can tell what a dark, dreary, hopeless… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“The ease of his manner freed me from painful restraint: the friendly frankness, as correct as cordial, with which he treated me,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“A strong, vague persuasion that it was better to go forward than backward, and that I could go forward— that a way,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“There is something in that, I know there is, because it does not sound too sweet; it is not like such words… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Eight years! you must be tenacious of life. I thought half the time in such a place would have done up any… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“I do not want sacrifice, sorrow, dissolution -- such is not my taste. I wish to foster, not to blight -- to… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“In this state of feeling, it is not to be expected that he would deliberate much as to whether his advance was… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow, Its gloom and scarcity; Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow, Toiled quiet Memory. ’Tis she that from each… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion. I had… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Whatever the cause, I could not meet his sunshine with cloud. If this were my last moment with him, I would not… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should - so hard as… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share
My God, whose son, as on this night, took on Him the form of man, and for man vouchsafed to suffer and bleed, controls… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share
“A deal of people, Miss, are for trusting all to Providence; but I say Providence will not dispense with the means, though He often… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share
“This night is not calm; the equinox still struggles in its storms. The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share
“How dare I, Mrs Reed? How dare I? Because it is the truth. You think I have no feelings, and that I can do… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share
“If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed; but the cleverest, the acutest men are often under… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share
If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs. With this creed, revenge never worries my heart, degradation… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share
When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were -… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share
Talented people almost always know full well the excellence that is in them. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share
“Not one spark of spirit, not one symptom of resistance, would they have shown till the hand of the Corsican bandit had grasped that… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share
“Love can excuse anything except meanness; but meanness kills love, cripples even natural affection; without esteem true love cannot exist.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share
I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share
“You are no ruin sir--no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share
