When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
To women who please me only by their faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time--I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Am I a liar in your eyes?" he asked passionately. "Little skeptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Such is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss… — 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
Life is still life, whatever its pangs; our eyes and ears and their use remain with us, though the prospect of what… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Now it is not everybody, even amongst our respected friends and esteemed acquaintance, whom we like to have near us, whom we… — Charlotte Bronte 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 Copy Share Image
Fair as a lily, and not only the pride of life, but the desire of his eyes — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Because when she failed, I saw how she might have succeeded. Arrows that continually glanced off from Mr. Rochester's breast and fell… — Charlotte Bronte 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
I knew, you would do me good, in some way, at some time;- I saw it in your eyes when I first… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
So you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now… — 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
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
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
