“ To be together is for us to be at once free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidenc… Charlotte Bronte
“ Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some bea… Charlotte Bronte
“ Earnshaw is quite a famous name, thanks to Miss Brontë . I did not realise there were Earnshaws in this country.Mrs. Earnshaw gave a sharp nod. Aye. And Heathcliffs and Eyres, as well. Proper little t… Deanna Raybourn
“ Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the window, and busy myself in sketching fancy vignettes representing any scene that happened mom… Charlotte Bronte
“ Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poison… Charlotte Bronte
“ [Charlotte Brontë] once told her sisters that they were wrong - even morally wrong - in making their heroines beautiful as a matter of course. They replied that it was impossible to make a heroine int… Elizabeth Gaskell
“ Tessa exploded I am not asking you to maul me in the Whispering Gallery! By the Angel, Will, would you stop being so polite?!He looked at her in amazement. But wouldn't you rather-I would not rather.… Cassandra Clare
“ Amelia envisaged that between York and the royal-infested Scottish Highlands there was a grimy wasteland of derelict cranes and abandoned mills and betrayed, yet still staunch, people. Oh and moorland… Kate Atkinson
“ Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear. Charlotte Bronte
“ You examine me, Miss Eyre, said he. Do you think me handsome?I should have deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from… Charlotte Bronte
