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
That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
It is strange,' pursued he, 'that while I love Rosomond Oliver so wildly-with all the intensity, indeed, of a first passion, the… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime; I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the… — 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
No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought… — Charlotte Bronte 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 Copy Share Image
Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I have for the first time found what I can truly love- I have found you. You are my sympathy-my better self-my… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
If you like poetry let it be first rate, Milton, Shakespeare, Thomson, Goldsmith Pope (if you will though I don't admire him),… — 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
After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour,… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
My hopes were all dead --- struck with a subtle doom, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-born in… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself. — Charlotte Bronte 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 Copy Share Image
I hold another creed, which no one ever taught me, and which I seldom mention, but in which I delight, and to… — 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
