If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEIf men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEThe vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,–and to speak.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEMy home is humble and unattractive to strangers, but to me it contains what I shall find nowhere else in the world – the … affection which brothers and sisters feel for each other.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEThe idea of seeing the sea – of being near it – watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday – in calm, perhaps in storm – fills and satisfies my mind.
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 transfix me quite.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEWhat you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYou, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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 BRONTEI feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYou — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You — poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are — I entreat to accept me as a husband.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEMemory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal–as we are!
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand – they only. Know this at last.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?
CHARLOTTE BRONTE