Jane, be still; don’t struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.” “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEFor I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
-
-
Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.
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 -
Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
My 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 BRONTE -
The 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 BRONTE -
For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Such 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 BRONTE -
Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
The 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 -
All 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 BRONTE -
Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
CHARLOTTE BRONTE






