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
live-life reality two
The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.
sex flirty flirting
Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
insanity insane very-cool
If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity.
children feelings analysis
Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.
wicked
It would not be wicked to love me." "It would to obey you.
grateful names lips
I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.
humans
You are human and fallible.
love-of-my-life faces lips
He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.
men agony gold
I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,--a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.
summer spring autumn
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!
[I]n his presence I thoroughly lived.
past dwell-on-the-past brighter
What necessity is there to dwell on the Past, when the Present is so much surer-the Future so much brighter?
firsts foundation affection
That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
cheer flower home
In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life—November seasons of disaster, when a man's hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect.