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
hard-work fate done
It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate.
ocean sunset sea
The idea of seeing the sea - of being near it - watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday - in calm, perhaps in storm - fills and satisfies my mind.
talking may alarms
Nervous alarms should always be communicated, that they may be dissipated.
kindness may hearty
as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
suffering body occupation
There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.
country patriotism world
On the contrary, I'm a universal patriot, if you could understand me rightly: my country is the world.
would-be flattery vain
flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.
years england clergy
Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the North of England.
charity degradation hunger
For those who are not hungry, it is easy to palaver about the degradation of charity ...
dream years gone
I shall be thirty-one next birthday. My youth is gone like a dream; and very little use have I ever made of it. What have I done these last thirty years? Precious little.
wise son night
My God, whose son, as on this night, took on Him the form of man, and for man vouchsafed to suffer and bleed, controls thy hand, and without His behest, thou canst not strike a stroke. My God is sinless, eternal, all-wise, and in Him is my trust, and though stripped and crushed by thee, -though naked, desolate, void of resource- I do not despair:where the lance of Guthrum now wet with my blood, I should not despair. I watch, I toil, I hope, I pray: Jehovah, in His own time, will aid.
pope infallibility boast
I was no pope - I could not boast infallibility ...
soul suffering body
It seems to me, Monsieur, that there is nothing more galling in great physical misfortunes than to be compelled to make all those about us share in our sufferings. The ills of the soul one can hide, but those which attack the body and destroy the faculties cannot be concealed.
cocktails
Everyone else is just cocktails.