“Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear.” — Charlotte Brontë 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 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
The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point,… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at… — 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
We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
My wretched feet, flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gentler… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed… — 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… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush,… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Arraigned at my own bar, Memory having given her evidence of the hopes, wishes, sentiments I had been cherishing since last night--… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“At that time, I well remember whatever could excite - certain accidents of the weather, for instance, were almost dreaded by me,… — 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
![“I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun…” quote by Charlotte Bronte](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/312/charlotte-bronte-144_agony_i-thought-i-loved-him-when-he-went-away_147350.jpg)
