“Because the road is rough and long, Shall we despise the skylark’s song, That cheers the wanderer’s way? Or trample down, with reckless feet, The smiling flowerets, bright and sweet, Because they soon decay?” — Anne Brontë Copy Share Image
Because the road is rough and long, Should we despise the skylark's song? — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
“There was a certain graceful ease and freedom about all he said and did, that gave a sense of repose and expansion to the… — Anne Brontë Copy Share
“When a lady does consent to listen to an argument against her own opinions, she is always predetermined to withstand it - to listen… — Anne Brontë Copy Share
“There are, I suppose, some men as vain, as selfish, and as heartless as she is, and, perhaps, such women may be useful to… — Anne Brontë Copy Share
“By his [God's] help I will arise and address myself diligently to my appointed duty. If happiness in this world is not for me,… — Anne Brontë Copy Share
There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth… — Anne Brontë Copy Share
“Keep a guard over your eyes and ears as the inlets of your heart, and over your lips as the outlet, lest they betray… — Anne Brontë Copy Share
What the world stigmatizes as romantic is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed. — Anne Bronte Copy Share
I was not really angry: I felt for him all the time, and longed to be reconciled; but I determined he should make the… — Anne Bronte Copy Share
“Sullen silence was taken for rapt attention, and gave him greater room to talk; sharp answers were received as smart sallies of girlish vivacity,… — Anne Brontë Copy Share
“Revenge! No—what good would that do?—it would make him no better, and me no happier.” — Anne Brontë Copy Share
I’ll promise to think twice before I take any important step you seriously disapprove of. — Anne Bronte Copy Share
“It’s well to have such a comfortable assurance regarding the worth of those we love. I only wish you may not find your confidence… — Anne Brontë Copy Share
How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own! — Anne Bronte Copy Share
