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The word book acted as a transient stimulus...
Charlotte Bronte -
So you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate: I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, that your heart has been weeping blood?
Charlotte Bronte
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Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank.
Charlotte Bronte -
But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!
Charlotte Bronte -
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of Heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.
Charlotte Bronte -
We should acknowledge God merciful, but not always for us comprehensible.
Charlotte Bronte -
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
Charlotte Bronte -
Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
Charlotte Bronte
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Jane Austin was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete and rather insensible (not senseless) woman. If this is heresy, I cannot help it.
Charlotte Bronte -
I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
Charlotte Bronte -
Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.
Charlotte Bronte -
Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.
Charlotte Bronte -
I grant an ugly woman is a blot on the fair face of creation; but as to the gentleman, let them be solicitous to possess only strength and valour: let their motto be:Hunt, shoot, and fight: the rest is not worth a flip.
Charlotte Bronte -
I have no wish to talk nonsense." "If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.
Charlotte Bronte
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Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.
Charlotte Bronte -
I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it seemed scattered on the wind then faintly blowing.
Charlotte Bronte -
His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss.
Charlotte Bronte -
If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge - so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses - loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself.
Charlotte Bronte -
My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.
Charlotte Bronte -
What the deuce is to do now?
Charlotte Bronte
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As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.
Charlotte Bronte -
There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping, A remembrance in one's heart.
Charlotte Bronte -
I am very happy, Jane; and when you hear that I am dead, you must be sure and not grieve: there is nothing to grieve about. We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest. I leave no one to regret me much: I have only a father; and he is lately married, and will not miss me. By dying young, I shall escape great sufferings. I had not qualities or talents to make my way very well in the world: I should have been continually at fault.
Charlotte Bronte -
God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness -- to glory?
Charlotte Bronte