“Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge Pours in… — Charlotte Brontë River Copy Share Image
“Now here (he pointed to the leafy enclosure we had entered) all is real, sweet, and pure” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night. I wanted to hear his… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
To the dear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break...… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Keep to your caste and be too self-respecting to lavish the love of the whole heart, soul and strength where such a… — Charlotte Brontë Love Copy Share Image
“So this subject is done with. It is right to look our life-accounts bravely in the face now and then, and settle… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Read the New Testament, and observe what Christ says, and how he acts-make his world your rule, and his conduct your example.” — Charlotte Brontë Bible Copy Share Image
“words both of acknowledgment and miscellaneous remark. My thanks are due in three quarters. To the Public, for the indulgent ear it… — Charlotte Brontë Acknowledgment Copy Share Image
There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“I could not see how poor people had the means of being kind, and then to learn to speak like them, to… — Charlotte Brontë Caste Copy Share Image
“I know no medium: I never in my life have known any medium in my dealings with positive, hard characters, antagonistic to… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human… — Charlotte Bronte Boldness Copy Share Image
“A child cannot quarrel with it's elders, as I had done-cannot give its furious feelings uncontrolled play, as I had given mine-without… — Charlotte Brontë Aging Copy Share Image
Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to… — Charlotte Bronte Animosity Copy Share Image
“there was ever in Mr. Rochester (so at least I thought) such a wealth of the power of communicating happiness, that to… — Charlotte Brontë Happiness Copy Share Image
“She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that… — Charlotte Brontë Devotion 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
“The standard heroes and heroines of novels, are personages in whom I could never, from childhood upwards, take an interest, believe to… — Charlotte Brontë Books Copy Share Image
“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You… — Charlotte Brontë Jealousy Copy Share Image
“...you think too much of the love of human beings; you are too impulsive, too vehement: the sovereign hand that created your… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
The hiss of the quenched element, the breakage of the pitcher which I had flung from my hand when I had emptied… — Charlotte Bronte Anathema Copy Share Image
“Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the… — Charlotte Brontë Art Copy Share Image
He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!'… — Charlotte Bronte Anguish Copy Share Image
I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Rochester: My bride is here, because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me? — Charlotte Bronte Bride Copy Share Image
“Little things recall us to earth. The clock struck in the hall; that sufficed. I turned from the moon and the stars,… — Charlotte Brontë Astronomy 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 Creative Copy Share Image
Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Left alone, I was passive; repulsed, I withdrew; forgotten — my lips would not utter, nor my eyes dart a reminder.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I felt physically weak and broken down, but my worse ailment was an unutterable wretchedness of mind; a wretchedness which kept drawing… — Charlotte Brontë Psychology Copy Share Image
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest… — Charlotte Bronte Exile Copy Share Image
“Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear.” — Charlotte Brontë Fear Copy Share Image
“Vain favour! coming, like most other favours long deferred and often wished for, too late!” — Charlotte Brontë Too late Copy Share Image
“I regained my couch, but never thought of sleep. Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where… — Charlotte Brontë Sleep Copy Share Image
They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of… — Charlotte Bronte Bliss Copy Share Image
“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Sacrifice! What do I sacrifice? Famine fo food, expectation for content. To be privileged to put my arms round what I value… — Charlotte Brontë Happiness Copy Share Image