The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives… — Charlotte Bronte Approach Copy Share Image
“Gratitude, and many associations, all pleasurable and genial, made his face the object I best liked to see; his presence in a… — Charlotte Brontë Gratitude Copy Share Image
“You have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose… — Charlotte Brontë Accuse Copy Share Image
What tale do you like best to hear?' 'Oh, I have not much choice! They generally run on the same theme -… — Charlotte Bronte Catastrophe Copy Share Image
Jane, I never meant to wound you thus...Will you ever forgive me?" Reader, I forgave him at the moment and on the… — Charlotte Bronte Forgive Copy Share Image
Is there not a terrible hollowness, mockery, want, craving, in that existence which is given away to others, for want of something… — Charlotte Bronte Craving Copy Share Image
You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world. — Charlotte Bronte Love Copy Share Image
I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.'… — Charlotte Bronte Breathe Copy Share Image
Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to… — Charlotte Bronte Animosity Copy Share Image
Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human… — Charlotte Bronte Boldness Copy Share Image
“A child cannot quarrel with it's elders, as I had done-cannot give its furious feelings uncontrolled play, as I had given mine-without… — Charlotte Brontë Aging Copy Share Image
They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of… — Charlotte Bronte Bliss Copy Share Image
I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish --… — Charlotte Bronte Absurd Copy Share Image
“Sacrifice! What do I sacrifice? Famine fo food, expectation for content. To be privileged to put my arms round what I value… — Charlotte Brontë Happiness Copy Share Image
“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by… — Charlotte Bronte Difficult Copy Share Image
“In the double gloom of trees and fog, I could not see my guide; I could only follow his tread. Not the… — Charlotte Brontë Gloom Copy Share Image
“You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You… — Charlotte Brontë Jealousy Copy Share Image
“I believe — I daily find it proved — that we can get nothing in this world worth keeping, not so much… — Charlotte Brontë Civil war Copy Share Image
“Jane, my little darling (so I will call you, for so you are), you don't know what you are talking about; you… — Charlotte Brontë Disgust 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 Feeling 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… — Charlotte Brontë Charlotte-bronte Copy Share Image
“To speak truth, sir, I don't understand you at all: I cannot keep up the conversation, because it has got out of… — Charlotte Brontë Communication 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 Apples Copy Share Image
“He is not to them what he is to me,' I thought: 'he is not of their kind. I believe he is… — Charlotte Brontë Love Copy Share Image
“Is it better to drive a fellow-creature to despair than to transgress a mere human law, no man being injured by the… — Charlotte Brontë Despair 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 Feelings Copy Share Image
“To speak truth, reader, there is no excellent beauty, no accomplished grace, no refinement, without strength as excellent, as complete, as trustworthy.” — Charlotte Brontë Beauty Copy Share Image
“No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such… — Charlotte Brontë Happiness Copy Share Image
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms… — Charlotte Bronte Dreams Copy Share Image
“I must, then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered:—and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.” — Charlotte Brontë Continually Copy Share Image
“Since happiness is irrevocably denied me, I have a right to get pleasure out of life: and I will get it, cost… — Charlotte Brontë Denied Copy Share Image
It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury. — Charlotte Bronte Hate Copy Share Image
“I am only bound to invoke Memory where I know her responses will possess some degree of interest.” — Charlotte Bronte Memory Copy Share Image
“Sir, you have now given me my 'cadeau;' I am obliged to you: it is the meed teachers most covet-praise of their… — Charlotte Brontë Covet Praise Copy Share Image
I have no wish to talk nonsense." "If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake… — Charlotte Bronte Graves Copy Share Image
There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body… — Charlotte Bronte Body Copy Share Image
I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes. — Charlotte Bronte Agitated Copy Share Image
The idea of seeing the sea - of being near it - watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday -… — Charlotte Bronte Calm Copy Share Image
Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is… — Charlotte Bronte Earth 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 Charlotte-bronte Copy Share Image
