“ Poetry destroyed? Genius banished? No! Mediocrity, no: do not let envy prompt you to the thought. No; they not only live, but reign, and redeem: and without their divine influence spread everywhere, y… Charlotte Bronte
“ This pure little drop from a pure little source was too sweet: it penetrated deep, and subdued the heart Charlotte Bronte
“ Life is so constructed that the event does not cannot will not match the expectation. Charlotte Bronte
“ Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs. Charlotte Bronte
“ But if I feel, may I never express? Never! declared Reason.I groaned under her bitter sternness. Never - never - oh, hard word! This hag, this Reason, would not let me look up, or smile, or hope; she… Charlotte Bronte
“ And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame. Charlotte Bronte
“ I will bestir myself,' was her resolution, 'and try to be wise if I cannot be good. Charlotte Bronte
“ [...] I daily wished more to please him; but to do so, I felt daily more and more that I must disown half my nature, stifle half my faculties, wrest my tastes from their original bent, force myself to… Charlotte Bronte
“ I sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomor… Charlotte Bronte
“ The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye. Charlotte Bronte
“ Tell me, now, fairy as you are, - can't you give me a charm, or a philter, or something of that sort, to make me a handsome man?It would be past the power of magic, sir; and, in thought, I added,a lov… Charlotte Bronte
“ It does good to no woman to be flattered [by a man] who does not intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must dev… Charlotte Bronte
“ This night is not calm; the equinox still struggles in its storms. The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud disparts and rolls away from heaven, not passing and leaving a sea all s… Charlotte Bronte
