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
cease hope life seems
It seems as if life and hope must cease together.
life feelings tears
But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.
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
soul spirit
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring.
british-novelist courted everybody neglected poor trusted valued
She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.
complain death man wears
A man must have something to grumble about; and if he can't complain that his wife harries him to death with her perversity and ill-humour, he must complain that she wears him out with her kindness and gentleness.
bless constant dear love nature
It is a woman's nature to be constant - to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever - bless them, dear creatures!
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.