Suffering Quote by Charlotte Brontë

“I watch her with loving sadness as she dulls her shine to please others. Will this butterfly ever soar? Will she continue to pretend…

— Steve Maraboli

“Alongside the practical thought something else struggled and, like an escaped butterfly, took wing: the assurance of something wonderful awaiting her. Just around the…

— Norah Lofts

“She was rain to a parched desert She was color to a gray sky She was the butterfly you longed to possess But I…

— Avijeet Das

“We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.”

— Lord Byron

“Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair.…

— Nenia Campbell

“She was rain to a parched desert She was color to a gray sky She was the beautiful butterfly you longed to possess But…

— Avijeet Das

“She had not the strength to come to life now, in England, so foreign, skies so hostile. She knew she would die like an…

— D H Lawrence

“...listening with absorbed attention more to her voice than to what she was saying, and thinking how like she was, flowering through her voice…

— Elizabeth von Arnim

“Gaiety and grief and despair and tenderness and triumph followed one another without any connection, like the emotions of a madman. And those emotions,…

— Leo Tolstoy

“She was like a flightless bird, her wings clipped by every cruel word and heartless action bestowed upon her. I realized I would do…

— Kellie McAllen

“The tide of her exhilaration drained from her, leaving her exhausted and heartsick. She would have bound the entire city, made them all into…

— Helene Wecker

“I could see that others had confused her disorganized passion for volatility. In reality, she was a scrumptious mess; deliciously majestic. She was on…

— Steve Maraboli