I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand – they only. Know this at last.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEIt would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
-
-
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
I 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 BRONTE -
I 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 BRONTE -
If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
After 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 BRONTE -
Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
The 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 BRONTE -
I 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 BRONTE -
If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
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 BRONTE