“With what judgment ye judge ye shall be judged!” — Charlotte Brontë Decision making Copy Share Image
“The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle.” — Charlotte Brontë Absence Copy Share Image
There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends! — Charlotte Bronte Enemy Copy Share Image
I believe that creature is a changeling: she is a perfect cabinet of oddities. — Charlotte Bronte Animals Copy Share Image
Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Jane Austin was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete and rather insensible (not senseless) woman. If this is… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“But not love! Love is real — the most real, the most lasting, the sweetest and yet the bitterest thing we know.” — Charlotte Brontë Love Copy Share Image
“...it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.” — Charlotte Brontë Silly Copy Share Image
I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“I often think it would be such luxury to go mad, and not have to worry about anything. Others would have to… — Charlotte Brontë Worry Copy Share Image
Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm. — Charlotte Bronte Heaven Copy Share Image
“To the Press, for the fair field its honest suffrage has opened to an obscure aspirant.” — Charlotte Brontë Suffrage 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 Life Copy Share Image
“St. John's eyes, though clear enough in a literal sense, in a figurative one were difficult to fathom. He seemed to use… — Charlotte Brontë Discernment Copy Share Image
“Something real, cool, and solid, lies before you something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness… — Charlotte Brontë Monday Copy Share Image
“But don't pull me down or strangle me," he replied: for the Misses Eshton were clinging about him now; and the two… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Once I saw Graham - wholly unconscious of her proximity - push her with his restless foot. She receded an inch or… — Charlotte Brontë Adoration Copy Share Image
“She did not exist: she would not be born till tomorrow, some time after eight o'clock a.m.; and I would wait to… — Charlotte Brontë Tomorrow Copy Share Image
The practice of hinting by single letters those expletives with which profane and violent persons are wont to garnish their discourse, strikes… — Charlotte Bronte Discourse Copy Share Image
“I had feelings: passive as I lived, little as I spoke, cold as I looked, when I thought of past days, I… — Charlotte Brontë Feelings Copy Share Image
“Relinquish! What! my vocation? My great work? My foundation laid on earth for a mansion in heaven? My hopes of being numbered… — Charlotte Brontë Ambition Copy Share Image
“I think, scathed as you look, and charred and scorched, there must be a little sense of life in you yet, rising… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary; Long is the way, and the mountains are wild; Soon will… — Charlotte Bronte Children Copy Share Image
“Anybody may blame me who likes, when I add further, that, now and then, when I took a walk by myself in… — Charlotte Bronte Dreams Copy Share Image
“I must not forget that these coarsely-clad little peasants are of flesh and blood as good as the scions of the gentlest… — Charlotte Bronte Flesh and blood Copy Share Image
As to the mouth, it delights at times in laughter; it is disposed to impart all that the brain conceives; though I… — Charlotte Bronte Affection Copy Share Image
If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“…the matter was new to me, and I had no material for its treatment. But I got books, read up the facts,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
