Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Brontëwas an English novelist and poet, the eldest of the three Brontë sisters who survived into adulthood and whose novels have become classics of English literature. She first published her worksunder the pen name Currer Bell...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth21 April 1816
my-own jane
You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.
wells alas
Alas! never had I loved him so well!
free-spirit want energy
And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.
real world fields
I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitments, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into it's expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst it's perils.
god nature night
We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.
moving voice way
It is always the way of events in this life,...no sooner have you got settled in a pleasant resting place, than a voice calls out to you to rise and move on, for the hour of repose is expired.
devil daydreaming delusion
Daydreams are the delusions of the devil.
thinking matrimony draws
As far as my experience of matrimony goes -- I think it tends to draw you out of, and away from yourself.
world faces looks
You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
patience smart evil
It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you.
i-like-you real distance
you may fume and fidget as you please: but this is the best plan to pursue with you, I am certain. I like you more than I can say; but I’ll not sink into a bathos of sentiment: and with this needle of repartee I’ll keep you from the edge of the gulf too; and, moreover, maintain by its pungent aid that distance between you and myself most conducive to our real mutual advantage.
good-night lips bits
Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
pain ice veins
Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.
heart fate forever
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.