I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEConventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
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 BRONTEI could not answer the ceaseless inward question-why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of-I will not say how many years, I see it clearly.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEAdversity is a good school.
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 BRONTEThere is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYou, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own.
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 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 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 BRONTEOh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
CHARLOTTE BRONTEMademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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 BRONTEAdversity is a good school.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEThe cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE