“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
“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
“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
