No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.
CHARLOTTE BRONTENo mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEGood-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTETake my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
CHARLOTTE BRONTECrying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYou, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
CHARLOTTE BRONTERemorse is the poison of life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEAll my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEReader, I married him.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEThere is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYou have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEToo often do reviewers remind us of the mob of Astrologers, Chaldeans, and Soothsayers gathered before ‘the writing on the wall’ and unable to read the characters or make known the interpretation.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they had nor could have sympathy with anything in me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYou transfix me quite.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEMademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE