Anne Bronte
Anne Bronte
Anne Brontëwas an English novelist and poet, the youngest member of the Brontë literary family...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth17 January 1820
hate sin salvation
if I hate the sins, I love the sinner, and would do much for his salvation
hate love-you thinking
You may think it all very fine, Mr. Huntingdon, to amuse yourself with rousing my jealousy; but take care you don't rouse my hate instead. And when you have once extinguished my love, you will find it no easy matter to kindle it again.
hate men thinking
You need not fear me, for I not only should think it wrong to marry a man that was deficient in sense or in principle, but I should never be tempted to do it; for I could not like him, if he were ever so handsome, and ever so charming, in other respects; I should hate him—despise him—pity him—anything but love him. My affections not only ought to be founded on approbation, but they will and must be so: for, without approving, I cannot love. It is needless to say, I ought to be able to respect and honour the man I marry, as well as love him, for I cannot love him without.
heart self fool
What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.
stars fall thinking
I may be permitted, like the doctors, to cure a greater evil by a less, for I shall not fall seriously in love with the young widow, I think, nor she with me - that's certain - but if I find a little pleasure in her society I may surely be allowed to seek it; and if the star of her divinity be bright enough to dim the lustre of Eliza's, so much the better, but I scarcely can think it
imperfect-world imperfection a-perfect-world
There is always a but in this imperfect world.
girl respect self
I would not send a poor girl into the world, ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself .
heart sunshine wind
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
mind delight cherish
No generous mind delights to oppress the weak, but rather to cherish and protect.
eye tired heart
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
crush eye rose
Preserve me from such cordiality! It is like handling briar-roses and may-blossoms - bright enough to the eye, and outwardly soft to the touch, but you know there are thorns beneath, and every now and then you feel them too; and perhaps resent the injury by crushing them in till you have destroyed their power, though somewhat to the detriment of your own fingers.
hero honor enough
Are you hero enough to unite yourself to one whom you know to be suspected and despised by all around you, and identify your interests and your honor with hers?
able moral telling-the-truth
I wished to tell the truth, for truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.
god-knows god-knows-best knows
But, God knows best, I concluded.