“The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“This little man was of the order of beings who must not be opposed, unless you possessed an all-dominant force sufficient to… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
Whatever my powers--feminine or the contrary--God had given them, and I felt resolute to be ashamed of no faculty of his bestowal. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“It is true I little respect women or girls who are loquacious either in boasting the triumphs, or bemoaning the mortifications, of… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Once I saw Graham - wholly unconscious of her proximity - push her with his restless foot. She receded an inch or… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
Reading is the way mankind delays the inevitable. Reading is the way we shake our fist at the sky. As long as… — Joe Queenan Copy Share Image
“There is enough said. Trouble no quiet, kind heart; leave sunny imaginations hope. Let it be theirs to conceive the delight of… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness;… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Your dress is thin, you have been dancing, you are heated." "Always preaching," retorted she; "always coddling and admonishing." The answer Dr.… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“But if I feel, may I never express?” “Never!” declared Reason. I groaned under her bitter sternness. Never - never - oh,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Je fais mon lit et mon ménage; I seek my dinner in a restaurant; my supper takes care, of itself; I pass… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
In a few more days I'd anticipated telling Veronika that our injections had cured her heart condition. But in light of her… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“To Lucy Snowe, 'Romanism' is 'a great mixed image of gold and clay', and the latter quality is particularly evident in the… — Marianne Thormählen Copy Share Image
“Entering by the carré, a piece of mirror- glass, set in an oaken cabinet, repeated my image. It said I was changed:… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Where my soul went during that swoon I cannot tell. Whatever she saw, or wherever she travelled in her trance on that… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Graham’s thoughts of me were not entirely those of a frozen indifference, after all. I believe in that goodly mansion, his heart,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Pere Silas in Villette marshals his forces with considerable skill and subtlety. Although he claims to be momentarily taken aback by the… — Marianne Thormahlen Copy Share Image
“An idea once seized, I fell to work. "Human Justice" rushed before me in novel guise, a red, random beldame, with a… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I replied that I did not quite know what my ailment had been, but that I had certainly suffered a good deal… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I do not think the sunny youth of either will prove the forerunner of stormy age. I think it is deemed good… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Much better," I said calmly. "Much better, I thank you, Dr. John." For, reader, this tall young man - this darling son… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Come, Paul!" she reiterated, her eye grazing me with its hard ray like a steel stylet. She pushed against her kinsman. I… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Who told you I was called Carl David?" "A little bird, Monsieur." "Does it fly from me to you? Then one can… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I will tell you it is my neck you are putting in peril; for whatever is yours is, in a dearer and… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“It was in looking up at him her aspect had caught its lustre - the light repeated in her eyes beamed first… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“This harsh little man — this pitiless censor — gathers up all your poor scattered sins of vanity, your luckless chiffon of… — 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
“These struggles with the natural character, the strong native bent of the heart, may seem futile and fruitless, but in the end… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“His will be done, as done it surely will be, whether we humble ourselves to resignation or not. The impulse of creation… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
