He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
CHARLOTTE BRONTEWould you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
More Charlotte Bronte Quotes
-
-
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 -
A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
You — 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 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 -
I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Shake me off, then, sir–push me away; for I’ll not leave you of my own accord.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Jane Eyre “I desired more…than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn’t help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
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 BRONTE -
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 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 -
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
I 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 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 -
You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
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 BRONTE -
And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Good-night, my-” He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
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.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
Remorse is the poison of life.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE -
There 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 BRONTE