Charlotte Brontë Quotes - Page 2

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home - my only home.

Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.

God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest.

It is in 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.

Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation."
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.

But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.

I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.

To talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.

I have been wrongly accused; and you, ma'am, and everybody else, will now think me wicked."

"We shall think you what you prove yourself to be, my child. Continue to act as a good girl, and you will satisfy us.

Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.

I see you and St. John have been quarrelling, Jane,' said Diana, 'during your walk on the moor. But go after him; he is now lingering in the passage expecting you - he will make it up.'

I have not much pride under such circumstances: I would always rather be happy than dignified; and I ran after him - he stood at the foot of the stairs.

And it is you, spirit-with will and energy, and virtue and purity-that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.

I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time-I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

~Do you like him much?
~I told you I like him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much? He is full of faults.
~Is he?
~All boys are.
~More than girls?
~Very likely. Wise people say it is folly to think anyboy perfect, and as to likes and diskiles, we should be friendly to all, and worship none.

I wait, with some impatience in my pulse, but no doubt in my breast.