Top 100 Quotes About Charlotte Bronte
#1. [Charlotte Bronte] had thought of every maneuver for circumventing those stony obstructions of wives who would not remove themselves.
Elizabeth Hardwick
#2. All books are hyggelig, but classics written by authors such as Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, Leo Tolstoy, and Charles Dickens have a special place on the bookshelf. At the right age, your kids may also love to cuddle up with you in the hyggekrog and have you read to them. Probably not Tolstoy.
Meik Wiking
#3. Charlotte Bronte borrowed liberally and sloppily from Joseph Sheridan le Fanu when penning Jane Eyre. The originality of this classic novel is tarnished as a result.
Andrew Barger
#4. His exposure to storytelling, through Charles Dickens and Charlotte Bronte, had ill prepared him for characters who came from and traveled nowhere -- or for stories that made no sense.
John Irving
#5. I think I learned discipline on 'Jane Eyre.' Charlotte Bronte's dialogue, the intellectual duel between Rochester and Jane Eyre's character, is so compelling that you didn't have to do much with the placement of cameras.
Cary Fukunaga
#6. Reading was such a formative part of my childhood (along with 'Loony Tunes'), that it is difficult to pin point the most influential book. But, under an interrogation light I would probably have to say 'Jane Eyre' by Charlotte Bronte.
Ann-Marie MacDonald
#7. The first duty of an Author is
I conceive
a faithful allegiance to Truth and Nature; his second, such a conscientious study of Art as shall enable him to interpret eloquently and effectively the oracles delivered by those two great deities.
Charlotte Bronte
Juliet Barker
#8. Literature cannot be the business of a woman's life, and it ought not to be.
(Southey's reply to Charlotte Bronte)
Robert Southey
#9. I loved Charlotte Bronte when I was little, and I wanted to be Charlotte Bronte the way people want to be a princess.
Jamaica Kincaid
#10. 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!
Charlotte Bronte
#11. That bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, the waters came into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing; I came into deep waters; the floods overflowed me.
Charlotte Bronte
#12. Oh, that fear of his self-abandonment - far worse than my abandonment - how it goaded me! It was a barbed arrow-head in my breast; it tore me when I tried to extract it; it sickened me when remembrance thrust it farther in.
Charlotte Bronte
#13. And who threw it, then?" continued Rosine, speaking quite freely the very words I should so much have wished to say, but had no address or courage to bring it out: how short some people make the road to a point which, for others, seems unattainable! "That
Charlotte Bronte
#14. Nobody in particular is to blame, that I can see, for the state in which things are ...
Charlotte Bronte
#15. Shake me off, then, sir
push me away; for I'll not leave you of my own accord.
Charlotte Bronte
#16. Mademoiselle St. Pierre always presided at M. Emanuel's lessons, and I was told that the polish of her manner, her seeming attention, her tact and grace, impressed that gentleman very favourably.
Charlotte Bronte
#17. 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
Charlotte Bronte
#18. Accustomed to John Reed's abuse, I never had an idea of replying to it; my care was how to endure the blow which would certainly follow the insult.
Charlotte Bronte
#19. I wait, with some impatience in my pulse, but no doubt in my breast.
Charlotte Bronte
#21. Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
Charlotte Bronte
#22. I had feelings: passive as I lived, little as I spoke, cold as I looked, when I thought of past days, I could feel. About the present, it was better to be stoical; about the future - such a future as mine - to be dead.
Charlotte Bronte
#23. I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand
they only. Know this at last.
Charlotte Bronte
#24. You - you strange - you almost unearthly thing! - I love as my own flesh. You - poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are - I entreat to accept me as a husband.
Charlotte Bronte
#25. I could bend you with my finger and my thumb. A mere reed you feel in my hands. But whatever I do with this cage, I cannot get at you, and it is your soul that I want.
Charlotte Bronte
#27. To speak truth, reader, there is no excellent beauty, no accomplished grace, no refinement, without strength as excellent, as complete, as trustworthy.
Charlotte Bronte
#28. My state of mind, and all accompanying circumstances, were just now such as most to favour the adoption of a new, resolute, and daring - perhaps desperate - line of action. I had nothing to lose.
Charlotte Bronte
#29. What you had left before I saw you, of course I do not know; but I counsel you to resist firmly every temptation which would incline you to look back: pursue your present career steadily, for some months at least
Charlotte Bronte
#30. I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.'
'Station! Station!
your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.
Charlotte Bronte
#31. Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
Charlotte Bronte
#32. This notice has been written, because I felt it a sacred duty to wipe the dust off their gravestones, and leave their dear names free from soil.
Charlotte Bronte
#33. I am the only being whose doom no tongue would ask, no eye would mourn.
Charlotte Bronte
#34. Strange that I should choose you for the confidante of all this, young lady; passing strange that you should listen to me quietly, as if it were the most usual thing in the world for a man like me to tell stories of his opera - mistress to a quaint, inexperienced girl like you!
Charlotte Bronte
#35. Enjoy the blessings Heaven bestows, Assist his friends, forgive his foes; Trust God, and keep his statutes still, Upright and firm, through good and ill; Thankful for all that God has given, Fixing his firmest hopes on heaven; Knowing that earthly joys decay, But hoping through the darkest day.
Charlotte Bronte
#37. Fortune is proverbially called changeful, yet her caprice often takes the form of repeating again and again a similar stroke of luck in the same quarter.
Charlotte Bronte
#38. I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.
Charlotte Bronte
#40. Remorse is the poison of life. Reformation may be its cure.
Charlotte Bronte
#42. Ill-Success failed to crush us: the mere effort to succeed had given a wonderful zest to existence; it must be pursued.
Charlotte Bronte
#43. I had not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction, but trode the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre.
Charlotte Bronte
#44. I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.
Charlotte Bronte
#45. Nervous alarms should always be communicated, that they may be dissipated.
Charlotte Bronte
#46. The hopes that, in my own heart sown,
And cherished by such sun and rain,
As Joy and transient Sorrow shed,
Have ripened to a harvest there:
Charlotte Bronte
#47. I considered; my life was so wretched it must be changed, or I must die. After a season of darkness and struggling, light broke and relief fell. My cramped existence all at once spread out to a plain without bounds ...
Charlotte Bronte
#48. Lingerer, my brain is on fire with impatience; and you tarry so long!
Charlotte Bronte
#49. Whether it is right or advisable to create beings like Heathcliff, I do not know: I scarcely think it is.
Charlotte Bronte
#50. It was a day of winter east wind, and I had now for some time entered into that dreary fellowship with the winds and their changes, so little known, so incomprehensible by the healthy. The north and east owned a terrific influence, making all pain more poignant, all sorrow sadder.
Charlotte Bronte
#51. 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!
Charlotte Bronte
#52. I have to live, perhaps, till seventy years. As far as I know, I have good health. Half a century of existence may lie before me. How am I to occupy it? What am I to do to fill the interval of time which spreads between me and the grave?
Charlotte Bronte
#53. Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
Charlotte Bronte
#54. No severe or prolonged bodily illness followed this incident of the red-room: it only gave my nerves a shock, of which I feel the reverberation to this day.
Charlotte Bronte
#55. To the Public, for the indulgent ear it has inclined to a plain tale with few pretensions.
Charlotte Bronte
#56. There are not unfrequently substantial reasons underneath for customs that appear to us absurd; and if I were ever again to find myself amongst strangers, I should be solicitous to examine before I condemned.
Charlotte Bronte
#57. Happiness is the cure - a cheerful mind the preventive: cultivate both. No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.
Charlotte Bronte
#58. Reason, indeed, may oft complain For Nature's sad reality, And tell the suffering heart how vain Its cherished dreams must always be; And Truth may rudely trample down The flowers of Fancy, newly-blown:
Charlotte Bronte
#59. I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy. Mr. Rochester
Charlotte Bronte
#60. The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye.
Charlotte Bronte
#61. It was a pity Mr. Brocklehurst could not see them too; he would perhaps have felt that, whatever he might do with the outside of the cup and platter, the inside was further beyond his interference than he imagined.
Charlotte Bronte
#62. That I have wakened out of most glorious dreams, and found them all void and vain, is a horror I could bear and master
Charlotte Bronte
#63. Yet, when M. Paul sneered at me, I wanted to possess them more fully; his injustice stirred in me ambitious wishes - it imparted a strong stimulus - it gave wings to aspiration.
Charlotte Bronte
#64. Fair as a lily, and not only the pride of life, but the desire of his eyes
Charlotte Bronte
#65. [O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.
Charlotte Bronte
#66. A wanderer's repose or a sinner's reformation should never depend on a fellow-creature. Men and women die; philosophers falter in wisdom, and Christians in goodness: if any one you know has suffered and erred, let him look higher than his equals for strength to amend and solace to heal.
Charlotte Bronte
#67. I had learnt to love Mr. Rochester: I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice
Charlotte Bronte
#68. It was in looking up at him her aspect had caught its lustre - the light repeated in her eyes beamed first out of his.
Charlotte Bronte
#69. He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.
Charlotte Bronte
#70. The longer we live, the more our experience widens; the less prone are we to judge our neighbor's conduct.
Charlotte Bronte
#71. Look here; to gain some real affection from you, or Miss Temple, or any other whom I truly love, I would willingly submit to have the bone of my arm broken, or to let a bull toss me, or to stand behind a kicking horse, and let it dash its hoof at my chest -
Charlotte Bronte
#72. Little things recall us to earth. The clock struck in the hall; that sufficed. I turned from the moon and the stars, opened a side door, and went in.
Charlotte Bronte
#73. I am not writing to flatter paternal egotism, to echo cant, or prop up humbug; I am merely telling the truth.
Charlotte Bronte
#74. His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss.
Charlotte Bronte
#77. He was past youth, but had not reached middle-age; perhaps he might be thirty-five.
Charlotte Bronte
#78. His wife might, I verily believe, be the very happiest woman the sun shines on
Charlotte Bronte
#79. Mr. Brocklehurst, who, from his wealth and family connections, could not be overlooked, still retained the post of treasurer; but he was aided in the discharge of his duties by gentlemen of rather more enlarged and sympathising minds:
Charlotte Bronte
#80. A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept.
Charlotte Bronte
#81. When fate wronged me, I had not the wisdom to remain cool: I turned desperate; then I degenerated.
Charlotte Bronte
#82. Stick to the needle, learn shirt-making and gown-making and piecrust-making, and you will be a clever woman some day.
Charlotte Bronte
#83. Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor
thank Heaven!
always Storm.
Charlotte Bronte
#85. Ever after that I knew what I was for him; and what I might be for the rest of the world, I ceased painfully to care.
Charlotte Bronte
#87. A loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough; or rather your sternness has a power beyond beauty.
Charlotte Bronte
#88. Gentle, soft dream, nestling in my arms now, you will fly, too, as your sisters have all fled before you: but kiss me before you go
embrace me, Jane.
Charlotte Bronte
#90. Left alone, I was passive; repulsed, I withdrew; forgotten - my lips would not utter, nor my eyes dart a reminder.
Charlotte Bronte
#91. Thought fitted thought; opinion met opinion: we coincided, in short, perfectly.
Charlotte Bronte
#95. 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.
Charlotte Bronte
#96. For, however old, plain, humble, desolate, afflicted we may be, so long as our hearts preserve the feeblest spark of life, they preserve also, shivering near that pale ember, a starved, ghostly longing for appreciation and affection.
Charlotte Bronte
#97. If Saul could have had you for his David, the evil spirit would have been exorcised without the aid of the harp.
Charlotte Bronte
#98. Then her soul sat on her lips, and language flowed, from what source I cannot tell.
Charlotte Bronte
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