“This night is not calm; the equinox still struggles in its storms. The wild rains of the day are abated; the great… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I will, in few words. You are cold, because you are alone: no contact strikes the fire from you that is in… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“-Let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure; Mdlle Reuters is a skillful architect. - And interest? -yes,… — Charlotte Brontë 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 Copy Share Image
“As I exclaimed 'Jane! Jane! Jane!' a voice- I cannot tell whence the voice came, but I know whose voice it was-… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I recalled that inward sensation I had experienced: for I could recall it, with all its unspeakable strangeness. I recalled the voice… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“To be together is for us to be at once free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Well has Solomon said--'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.' I would not… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“You ask me if I do not think that men are strange beings - I do indeed, I have often thought so… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Have you heard from his lordship lately?” I asked. “Oh no! About six months ago I had indeed one little note, but… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Yes Mrs Reed, to you i owe some fearful pangs of mental suffering, but i ought to forgive you, for you knew… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“...[M]y inner self moved; my spirit shook its always-fettered wings half loose. I had a sudden feeling as if I, who never… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Who told you I was called Carl David?" "A little bird, Monsieur." "Does it fly from me to you? Then one can… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I will tell you it is my neck you are putting in peril; for whatever is yours is, in a dearer and… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“This harsh little man — this pitiless censor — gathers up all your poor scattered sins of vanity, your luckless chiffon of… — Charlotte Brontë 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Talented people almost always know full well the excellence that is in them. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“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 Image
