“You know I am too English to get up a vehement friendship all at once.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love our friends for their sakes rather than for our… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“I found Burns, absorbed, silent, abstracted from all around her by the companionship of a book, which she read by the dim… — Charlotte Bronte 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,… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Whenever I went out, I heard on all sides cordial salutations, and was welcomed with friendly smiles. To live amidst general regard,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
Enjoy the blessings Heaven bestows, Assist his friends, forgive his foes; Trust God, and keep his statutes still, Upright and firm, through… — 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
“A safe, still night; too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night; too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“The ease of his manner freed me from painful restraint: the friendly frankness, as correct as cordial, with which he treated me,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“He showed the fineness of his nature by being kinder to me after that misunderstanding than before. Nay, the very incident which,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels: but… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I believe in that goodly mansion, his heart, he kept one little place under the skylights where Lucy might have entertainment, if… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“and there is dishonest men plenty to guide them to the devil, scoundrels that reckons to be the ‘people’s friends,’ and that… — 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
