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 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.
husband lovers prove
The brightest attractions to the lover too often prove the husband's greatest torments
perfect heaven perfect-love
There is perfect love in heaven!
love son hands
If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them - not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone.
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!
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?