I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent. — Charlotte Bronte Accents Copy Share Image
Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth. — Charlotte Bronte Dearest Copy Share Image
I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart. — Charlotte Bronte Entrances Copy Share Image
Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me. — Charlotte Bronte Gaze Copy Share Image
I try to avoid looking forward or looking backward, and try to keep looking upward. — Charlotte Brönte Looking forward Copy Share Image
“You examine me Miss Eyre, ” said he: “Do you think me handsome?” — Charlotte Brontë Handsome Copy Share Image
“All my life was awake and astir in my frame...and he I was not to array myself to meet.” — Charlotte Bronte Awake Copy Share Image
Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank. — Charlotte Bronte Blank Copy Share Image
“My habitual mood of humiliation, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire.” — Charlotte Brontë Depression Copy Share Image
“Loverless and inexpectant of love, I was as safe from spies in my heart-poverty, as the beggar from thieves in his destitution… — Charlotte Brontë Beggar Copy Share Image
“Of an artistic temperament, I deny that I am; yet I must possess something of the artist's faculty of making the most… — Charlotte Brontë Art Copy Share Image
“during that time he made me feel what severe punishment a good yet stern, a conscientious yet implacable man can inflict on… — Charlotte Brontë Punishment Copy Share Image
I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you — Charlotte Bronte Conventional Copy Share Image
As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream. — Charlotte Bronte Dream Copy Share Image
“The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by… — Charlotte Brontë Time Copy Share Image
“Human feelings are queer things -- I am much happier -- black-leading the stove's -- making the beds and sweeping the floors… — Charlotte Brontë Fine lady Copy Share Image
“Mademoiselle St. Pierre always presided at M. Emanuel's lessons, and I was told that the polish of her manner, her seeming attention,… — Charlotte Brontë St Pierre Copy Share Image
“No man likes to acknowledge that he has made a mistake in the choice of his profession, and every man, worthy of… — Charlotte Brontë Baffled Copy Share Image
I recalled the voice I had heard; again I questioned whence it came, as vainly as before: it seemed in me not… — Charlotte Bronte Believe Copy Share Image
In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life—November seasons of disaster, when… — Charlotte Bronte Cheer 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 Anger 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… — Charlotte Brontë Kindness Copy Share Image
“Which is better? - To have surrendered to temptation; listened to passion; made no painful effort - no struggled; - but to… — Charlotte Bronte Better Copy Share Image
“Entering by the carré, a piece of mirror- glass, set in an oaken cabinet, repeated my image. It said I was changed:… — Charlotte Brontë Betrayed Copy Share Image
“To wonder sadly, did I say? No: a new influence began to act upon my life, and sadness, for a certain space,… — Charlotte Brontë Golden light Copy Share Image
“Most true is it that 'beauty is in the eye of the gazer.' My master’s colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad… — Charlotte Brontë Beauty 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… — Charlotte Brontë Religion 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 Causes Copy Share Image
“And was Mr. Rochester now ugly in my eyes? No, reader: gratitude, and many associations, all pleasurable and genial, made his face… — Charlotte Brontë Gratitude Copy Share Image
Is not the real experience of each individual very limited? And, if a writer dwells upon that solely or principally, is he… — Charlotte Bronte Becoming Copy Share Image
