That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
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.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
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A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
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I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.
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They 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.
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Adversity is a good school.
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Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
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If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.
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It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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Oh madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children’s mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!
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He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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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.
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I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
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Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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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.
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