I 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 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 BRONTERemorse is the poison of life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYou have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI have no wish to talk nonsense.” “If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.
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 doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEAfter a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you.
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 BRONTESuch is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd’s can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEIt would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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 BRONTEI am no bird and no net ensnares me
CHARLOTTE BRONTEReader, I married him.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEOh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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 BRONTE