Top 100 Charlotte Bronte Quotes
#1. Now for the hitch in Jane's character,' he said at last, speaking more calmly than from his look I had expected him to speak. 'The reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far; but I always knew there would come a knot and a puzzle: here it is. Now for vexation, and exasperation, and endless trouble!
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#2. I turned my lips to the hand that lay on my shoulder. I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express
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#3. I wait, with some impatience in my pulse, but no doubt in my breast.
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#5. I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.
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#6. Lingerer, my brain is on fire with impatience; and you tarry so long!
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#7. My love has placed her little hand With noble faith in mine, And vowed that wedlock's sacred band Our nature shall entwine. My love has sworn, with sealing kiss, With me to live
to die; I have at last my nameless bliss: As I love
loved am I!
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#8. It is good to be attracted out of ourselves, to be forced to take a near view of the sufferings, the privations, the efforts, the difficulties of others.
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#10. Good-night, Dr. John; you are good, you are beautiful; but you are not mine. Good-night and God bless you!
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#11. He, I believe, never remembered that I had eyes in my head, much less a brain behind them.
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#12. You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.
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#13. 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.
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#14. Jane Austin was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete and rather insensible (not senseless) woman. If this is heresy, I cannot help it.
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#15. His mind has the clearness of the deep sea, the patience of its rocks, the force of its billows.
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#16. Unfeeling thing that I was, the sensibilities of the maternal heart were Greek and Hebrew to me.
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#17. Jane, will you marry me?"
"Yes sir."
"A poor blind man, whom you will have to lead about by the hand?"
"Yes, sir."
"A crippled man, twenty years older older than you, whom you will have to wait on?"
"Yes, sir."
"Truly, Jane?"
"Most truly, sir.
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#18. All looked colder and darker in that visionary hollow than in reality:
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#19. But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!
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#20. I scorned the insinuation of helplessness and distraction, shook off his hand, and began to walk about again.
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#21. Is it better to drive a fellow-creature to despair than to transgress a mere human law, no man being injured by the breach?
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#22. I have no wish to talk nonsense."
"If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.
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#23. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad - as I am now.
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#24. What tale do you like best to hear?' 'Oh, I have not much choice! They generally run on the same theme - courtship; and promise to end in the same catastrophe - marriage.
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#25. A sorrowful indifference to existence often pressed on me
a despairing resignation to reach betimes the end of all things earthly
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#26. I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman.
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#27. 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.
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#28. In the double gloom of trees and fog, I could not see my guide; I could only follow his tread. Not the least fear had I: I believe I would have followed that frank tread, through continual night, to the world's end.
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#29. Don't cling so tenaciously to ties of the flesh; save your constancy and ardour for an adequate cause; forbear to waste them on trite transient objects.
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#30. Do you think me, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless?
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#31. Would not exchange this one little English girl for the Grand Turk's whole seraglio, gazelle-eyes, houri forms, and all!
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#32. Some have won a wild delight,
By daring wilder sorrow;
Could I gain thy love to-night,
I'd hazard death to-morrow.
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#33. But not of late years are we about to speak; we are going back to the beginning of this century; late years - present years are dusty, sun-burnt, hot, arid; we will evade the noon, forget it in siesta, pass the mid-day in slumber, and dream of dawn.
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#35. Superstition was with me at that moment, but it was not yet her hour for complete victory.
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#36. The promise of a smooth career, which my first calm introduction to Thornfield Hall seemed to pledge, was not belied on a longer acquaintance with the place and its inmates.
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#37. Gratitude is a divine emotion. It fills the heart, not to bursting; it warms it, but not to fever. I like to taste leisurely of bliss. Devoured in haste, I do not know its flavor.
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#38. Thus occupied, and mutually entertained, days passed like hours, and weeks like days.
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#39. He must love such a handsome, noble, witty, accomplished lady; and probably she loves him, or, if not his person, at least his purse
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#40. Is there not a terrible hollowness, mockery, want, craving, in that existence which is given away to others, for want of something of your own to bestow it on?
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#41. At heart, he could not abide sense in women: he liked to see them as silly, as light-headed, as vain, as open to ridicule as possible; because they were then in reality what he held them to be, and wished them to be,
inferior: toys to play with, to amuse a vacant hour and to be thrown away.
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#42. The world may not like to see these ideas dissevered, for it has been accustomed to blend them; finding it convenient to make external show pass for sterling worth - to let white-washed walls vouch for clean shrines.
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#43. I will tell you it is my neck you are putting in peril; for whatever is yours is, in a dearer and tenderer sense, mine.
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#44. 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.
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#45. I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart.
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#47. I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much.
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#48. Mr. Rochester had again summoned the ladies round him, and was selecting certain of their number to be of his party. "Miss Ingram is mine, of course," said he: afterwards he named the two Misses Eshton, and Mrs. Dent. He looked at me: I happened to be near him, as I had been fastening
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#49. To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage.
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#50. Very good looking, with black hair and eyes, and lively complexion.
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#51. You have been resident in my house three months?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you came from
?"
"From Lowood school, in -shire."
"Ah! a charitable concern. How long were you there?"
"Eight years."
"Eight years! you must be tenacious of life.
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#52. Out of obscurity I came, to obscurity I can easily return.
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#53. And she held out a pretty gold ring. 'Put it,' she said, 'on the fourth finger of my left hand, and I am yours and you are mine; and we shall leave Earth and make our own Heaven yonder.'
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#54. Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced
true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.
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#55. I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,
a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.
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#60. I ask you to pass through life at my side - to be my second self, and best earthly companion.
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#62. The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle.
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#63. His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy.
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#64. It can never be, sir; it does not sound likely. Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: To imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale - a day-dream.
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#65. A child cannot quarrel with it's elders, as I had done-cannot give its furious feelings uncontrolled play, as I had given mine-without experiencing afterwards the pang of remorse and the chill of reaction.
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#66. True enthusiasm is a fine feeling whose flash I admire where-ever I see it.
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#67. Who told you I was called Carl David?" "A little bird, Monsieur." "Does it fly from me to you? Then one can tie a message under its wing when needful.
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#68. Farewell!" was the cry of my heart as I left him. Despair added, "Farewell for ever!
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#69. you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current - as
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#70. At eighteen most people wish to please, and the conviction that they have not an exterior likely to second that desire brings anything but gratification.
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#71. If there was a hope of comfort for any moment, the heart or head of no human being in this house could yield it ...
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#72. Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.
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#73. Sir,' I interrupted him, 'you are inexorable for that unfortunate lady; you speak of her with hate
with vindictive antipathy. It is cruel
she cannot help being mad.
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#75. If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity.
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#76. 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 ...
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#77. I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you
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#78. Humbug! Most things free-born will submit to anything for a salary; therefore, keep to yourself and don't venture on generalities of which you are intensely ignorant.
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#79. Nor did I reflect that some herbs, though scentless when entire, yield fragrance when they're bruised.
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#80. Her beauty, her pink cheeks, and golden curls, seemed to give delight to all who looked at her and to purchase indemnity for every fault
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#82. Is your book interesting? I had already formed the intention of asking her to lend it to me some day.
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#83. Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means.
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#84. Thanks are due in three quarters. To the Public, for the indulgent ear it has inclined to a plain tale with
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#85. -Let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure; Mdlle Reuters is a skillful architect.
- And interest?
-yes, no doubt; it will be the cement between every stone!
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#86. Jane, you are docile, diligent, disinterested, faithful, constant, and courageous; very gentle, and very heroic: cease to mistrust yourself - I can trust you unreservedly.
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#87. 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.
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#88. With the book on my knee , i was happy ,i feared nothing except interruption.
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#89. Having a large world of his own in his own head and heart, he tolerated confinement to a small, still corner of the real world very patiently.
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#90. There are certain things in which we so rarely meet with our double that it seems a miracle when that chance befalls.
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#91. To speak truth, I had not the least wish to go into company, for in company I was very rarely noticed;
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#93. It is not violence that best overcomes hate
nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.
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#94. You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
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#95. Starved and tired enough he was: but he looked happier than when he set out. He had performed an act of duty; made an exertion; felt his own strength to do and deny, and was on better terms with himself.
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#96. Hopeless of the future, I wished but this- that my Maker had that night thought good to require my soul of me while I slept; and that this weary frame, absolved by death from further conflict with fate, had now but to decay quietly, and mingle in peace with the soil of this wilderness.
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#97. And where is the speaker? Is it only a voice? Oh! I cannot see, but I must feel, or my heart will stop and my brain burst. Whatever - whoever you are - be perceptible to the touch or I cannot live!
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#98. What will you do with your accomplishments? What, with the largest portion of your mind - sentiments - tastes?" "Save them till they are wanted. They will keep.
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#99. But solitude is sadness.'
'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.
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#100. Do you like him much?'
I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults.'
Is he?'
All boys are.
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