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
tired years eight
I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.
morning amount prodigious
Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.
forgiveness time revenge
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 poisoned.
thinking performances
Let your performance do the thinking.
morning spring night
My wretched feet, flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gentler breathings of April; the nights and mornings no longer by their Canadian temperature froze the very blood in our veins; we could now endure the play-hour passed in the garden.
heartbreak remembrance use
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...
alive doe birth
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
want answers enough
You ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.
i-love-him night agony
I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!
distance loneliness farewell
Whatever the cause, I could not meet his sunshine with cloud. If this were my last moment with him, I would not waste it in forced, unnatural distance. I loved him well - too well not to smite out of my path even Jealousy herself, when she would have obstructed a kind farewell. A cordial word from his lips, or a gentle look from his eyes, would do me good, for all the span of life that remained to me; it would be comfort in the last strait of loneliness; I would take it - I would taste the elixir, and pride should not spill the cup.
inexperience youth blind
But what is so headstrong as youth? What so blind as inexperience?
sky steel world
I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost.
lonely feelings isolation
I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much.
hate lasts said
Love me, then, or hate me, as you will," I said at last, "you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace.