Charlotte Brontë Quotes - Page 5

I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.

The charm of variety there was not, nor the excitement of incident; but I liked peace so well, and sought stimulus so little, that when the latter came I almost felt it a disturbance, and rather still wished it had held aloof.

Human life and human labour were near. I must struggle on: strive to live and bend to toil like the rest.

Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs." - Helen Burns

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.

I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.

I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.

I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester

Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced - true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye.

I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitments, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into it's expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst it's perils.

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.

Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea.

We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.

I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.