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
Charlotte Bronte quotes about
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...
break-up heartbreak heartbroken
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
heartbreak prayer integrity
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.
heartbreak saying-goodbye thinking
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 beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!
british-novelist build love rather sake sure
If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
cannot human ought vain
It is vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility; they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
lying sky eden
My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.
tired years eight
I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.
flower eden rose
My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hillside her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best-loved was – liberty.
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.
alive doe birth
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.