I 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 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 BRONTEI mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy.” Mr. Rochester
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEI am no bird and no net ensnares me
CHARLOTTE BRONTEFlirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEThey will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEYour will shall decide your destiny.
CHARLOTTE BRONTERemorse is the poison of life.
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 BRONTEJane, 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 BRONTEBetter to be without logic than without feeling.
CHARLOTTE BRONTETact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEGood-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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 BRONTENo 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