Top 100 Quotes About Anne Bronte
#1. I don't know how to talk to you, Mrs. Huntingdon ... you are only half a woman
your nature must be half human, half angelic. Such goodness overawes me; I don't know what to make of it.
Anne Bronte
#2. My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.
Anne Bronte
#3. God might awaken that heart, supine and stupefied with self-indulgence, and remove the film of sensual darkness from his eyes, but I could not.
Anne Bronte
#4. I'm not going to defile my fingers with him,' said I, in answer to the maternal intercession. 'I wouldn't touch him with the tongs.' I
Anne Bronte
#5. God is love, and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Anne Bronte
#6. His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
Anne Bronte
#7. My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.
Anne Bronte
#8. I'll tell you a piece of news
I hope you have not heard it before: for good, bad, or indifferent, one always likes to be the first to tell.
Anne Bronte
#9. You'll find a man can live without his money as merrily as a tortoise without its head, or a wasp without its body." '"But
Anne Bronte
#10. Keep guard over your eyes and ears as the inlets of your heart, and over your lips as the outlets, lest they betray you in a moment of unwariness.
Anne Bronte
#11. [Preface to second edition:] ... I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be.
Anne Bronte
#12. The rose I gave you was an emblem of my
heart,' said she; 'would you take it away and
leave me here alone?'
'Would you give me your hand too, if I asked
it?'
'Have I not said enough?
Anne Bronte
#13. What can't be cured must be endured," said I,
Anne Bronte
#14. She left me, offended at my want of sympathy, and thinking, no doubt, that I envied her. I did not - at least, I firmly believed I did not.
Anne Bronte
#15. I flatter myself, at times, that though among them, I am not of them
Anne Bronte
#16. It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior.
Anne Bronte
#17. Then, you must fall each into your proper place. You'll do your business, and she, if she's worthy of you, will do hers; but it's your business to please yourself, and hers to please you.
Anne Bronte
#18. I wished to tell the truth, for truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.
Anne Bronte
#20. Therefore, have done with this nonsense: you have no ground for hope: dismiss, at once, these hurtful thoughts and foolish wishes from your mind, and turn to your own duty, and the dull blank life that lies before you. You might have known such happiness was not for you.
Anne Bronte
#21. A man must have something to grumble about; and if he can't complain that his wife harries him to death with her perversity and ill-humour, he must complain that she wears him out with her kindness and gentleness.
Anne Bronte
#22. Never! while heaven spares my reason,' replied I, snatching away the hand he had presumed to seize and press between his own.
Anne Bronte
#23. She, however, attentively watched my looks, and her artist's pride was gratified, no doubt, to read my heartfelt admiration in my eyes.
Anne Bronte
#24. It's well to have such a comfortable assurance regarding the worth of those we love. I only wish you may not find your confidence misplaced.
Anne Bronte
#25. All true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasure may be hard to find, and when found, so trivial in quantity, that the dry, shriveled kernel scarcely compensates for the trouble of cracking the nut.
Anne Bronte
#26. Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them.
Anne Bronte
#27. There was a certain graceful ease and freedom about all he said and did, that gave a sense of repose and expansion to the mind, after so much constraint and formality as I had been doomed to suffer.
Anne Bronte
#28. But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
Anne Bronte
#30. Well, and what was there in that?
Who ever hung his hopes upon so frail a twig?
Anne Bronte
#31. And why should he interest himself at all in my moral and intellectual capacities: what is it to him what I think and feel?' I asked myself. And my heart throbbed in answer to the question.
Anne Bronte
#32. That wish - that prayer - both men and women would have scorned me for - "But, Father, Thou wilt not despise!" I said, and felt that it was true.
Anne Bronte
#33. Who had taken a violent fancy to me, mistaking me for something vastly better than I was.
Anne Bronte
#34. I gave up hoping ... But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.
Anne Bronte
#35. No; my heart tells me it is not. I might have thought so once, but now, I say, give me the girl I love, and I will swear eternal constancy to her and her alone, through summer and winter, through youth and age, and life and death! if age and death must come.
Anne Bronte
#36. A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
Anne Bronte
#37. Of him to whom less is given, less will be required, but our utmost exertions are required of us all.
Anne Bronte
#38. One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and pleasant weather.
Anne Bronte
#39. If you would really study my pleasure, mother, you must consider your own comfort and convenience a little more than you do.
Anne Bronte
#40. In love afairs, there is no mediator like a merry, simple-hearted child - ever ready to cement divided hearts, to span the unfriendly gulf of custom, to melt the ice of cold reserve, and overthrow the separating walls of dread formality and pride.
Anne Bronte
#41. It is a hard, embittering thing to have one's kind feelings and good intentions cast back in one's teeth.
Anne Bronte
#42. You will form a very inadequate estimate of a man's character, if you judge by what a fond sister says of him. The worst of them generally know how to hide their misdeeds from their sisters' eyes, and their mother's, too.
Anne Bronte
#43. There's always a chance of death; and it is always well to live with such a chance in view
Anne Bronte
#44. I can conceive few situations more harassing than that wherein, however you may long for success, however you may labour to fulfil your duty, your efforts are baffled and set at nought by those beneath you, and unjustly censured and misjudged by those above.
Anne Bronte
#45. My nature was not originally calm,' said I. 'I have learned to appear so by dint of hard lessons and many repeated efforts.
Anne Bronte
#46. You might as well sell yourself to slavery at once, as marry man you dislike.
Anne Bronte
#47. I was infatuated once with a foolish, besotted affection, that clung to him in spite of his unworthiness, but it is fairly gone now
wholly crushed and withered away; and he has none but himself and his vices to thank for it.
Anne Bronte
#48. But our wishes are like tinder: the flint and steel of circumstances are continually striking out sparks, which vanish immediately, unless they chance to fall upon the tinder of our wishes; then, they instantly ignite, and the flame of hope is kindled in a moment.
Anne Bronte
#49. And then, the unspeakable purity - and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling, as if wild with glee.
Anne Bronte
#50. Although I maintain that if she were more perfect, she would be less interesting.
Anne Bronte
#51. If you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices.
Anne Bronte
#52. It is natural for our unamiable sex to dislike the creatures, for you ladies lavish so many caresses upon them.
Anne Bronte
#53. if I can gain the public ear at all, I would rather whisper a few wholesome truths therein than much soft nonsense
Anne Bronte
#54. No; for instead of delivering myself up to the full enjoyment of them as others do, I am always troubling my head about how I could produce the same effect upon canvas; and as that can never be done, it is more vanity and vexation of spirit.
Anne Bronte
#55. If I hate the sins, I love the sinner, and would do much for his salvation
Anne Bronte
#56. This considerably softened my resentment, though it did not make me relent. I was determined to show him that my heart was not his slave, and I could live without him if I chose.
Anne Bronte
#57. What a fool you must be, said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.
Anne Bronte
#58. The end of Religion is not to teach us how to die, but how to live ...
Anne Bronte
#59. It is painful to doubt the sincerity of those we love.
Anne Bronte
#60. Oh, Youth may listen patiently,
While sad Experience tells her tale,
But Doubt sits smiling in his eye,
For ardent Hope will still prevail!
He hears how feeble Pleasure dies,
By guilt destroyed, and pain and woe;
He turns to Hope - and she replies,
Believe it not-it is not so!
Anne Bronte
#61. Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
Anne Bronte
#62. Chess-players are so unsociable, they are no company for any but themselves.
Anne Bronte
#63. Because I imagine there must be only a very, very few men in the world, that I should like to marry; and of those few, it is ten to one I may never be acquainted with one; or if I should, it is twenty to one he may not happen to be single, or to take a fancy to me.
Anne Bronte
#64. It is never too late to reform, as long as you have the sense to desire it, and the strength to execute your purpose.
Anne Bronte
#65. It is better to arm and strengthen your hero, than to disarm and enfeeble your foe.
Anne Bronte
#66. The best way to enjoy yourself is to do what is right and hate nobody.
Anne Bronte
#67. I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other.
Anne Bronte
#68. No, thank you, I don't mind the rain,' I said. I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise.
Anne Bronte
#69. I am truly miserable - more so than I like to acknowledge to myself. Pride refuses to aid me. It has brought me into the scrape, and will not help me out of it.
Anne Bronte
#70. The ties that bind us to life are tougher than you imagine, or than any one can who has not felt how roughly they may be pulled without breaking.
Anne Bronte
#71. Reading is my favourite occupation, when I have leisure for it and books to read.
Anne Bronte
#72. The brightest attractions to the lover too often prove the husband's greatest torments
Anne Bronte
#73. What the world stigmatises as romantic, is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed; for, if the generous ideas of youth are too often over-clouded by the sordid views of after-life, that scarcely proves them to be false.
Anne Bronte
#74. There are great books in this world and great worlds in books.
Anne Bronte
#75. But where hope rises, fear must lurk behind.
Anne Bronte
#76. It was wrong to be so joyless, so desponding; I should have made God my friend, and to do His will the pleasure and the business of my life; but faith was weak, and passion was too strong.
Anne Bronte
#77. There's nothing like active employment, I suppose, to console the afflicted.
Anne Bronte
#78. I have omitted to give a detail of his words, from a notion that they would not interest the reader as they did me, and not because I have forgotten them.
Anne Bronte
#79. The best compliment to a mother is to appreciate her little one.
Anne Bronte
#80. And I imagine that, though cold and haughty in her general demeanor, and even exacting in her requirements, she has strong affections for those who can reach them ...
Anne Bronte
#81. I possess the faculty of enjoying the company of those I - of my friends as well in silence as in conversation.
Anne Bronte
#82. I thought Mr. Millward never would cease telling us that he was no tea-drinker, and that it was highly injurious to keep loading the stomach with slops to the exclusion of more wholesome sustenance, and so give himself time to finish his fourth cup.
Anne Bronte
#83. Long have I dwelt forgotten here
In pining woe and dull despair;
This place of solitude and gloom
Must be my dungeon and my tomb.
Anne Bronte
#84. It seems as if life and hope must cease together.
Anne Bronte
#85. there is always a but in this imperfect world!
Anne Bronte
#86. Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
Anne Bronte
#87. I cannot get him to write or speak in real, solid earnest. I don't much mind it now, but if it be always so, what shall I do with the serious part of myself?
Anne Bronte
#88. Severed and gone, so many years!
And art thou still so dear to me,
That throbbing heart and burning tears
Can witness how I cling to thee?
Anne Bronte
#90. You prefer her faults to other people's perfection.
Anne Bronte
#91. I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.
Anne Bronte
#92. How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!
Anne Bronte
#94. ...sick of mankind and their disgusting ways...
Anne Bronte
#95. We are so isolated here in Haworth, with no one of our own age to befriend, and the men and women of Verdopolis are real, in a way. It wouldn't seem strange to me if ... Someone ... Might even fall in love with one of them.
Lena Coakley
#96. What the world stigmatizes as romantic is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed.
Anne Bronte
#97. And so you prefer her faults to other people's perfections?
Anne Bronte
#98. There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another's soul in one hour than it might take you a lifetime to discover, if he or she were not disposed to reveal it, or if you had not the sense to understand it.
Anne Bronte
#99. No generous mind delights to oppress the weak, but rather to cherish and protect.
Anne Bronte
#100. Because the road is rough and long,
Shall we despise the skylark's song,
That cheers the wanderer's way?
Or trample down, with reckless feet,
The smiling flowerets, bright and sweet,
Because they soon decay?
Anne Bronte
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