Quotes About Helen Burns Jane Eyre

#1. When we see too many battlefields, it breaks something inside of a person and they lose the ability to distinguish between cruelty and necessity.

Laila Blake

#2. 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

Charlotte Bronte

#3. Writing begins in the body, it is the music of the body, and even if the words have meaning, can sometimes have meaning, the music of the words is where the meanings begin ... Writing as a lesser form of dance.

Paul Auster

#4. Writing is nearly always a matter of finding whatever your brain needs to trick it into being creative, and in my case, a tiny little bit of fact just seems to work.

Emma Donoghue

#5. Won't you ride my white horse?

Ozzy Osbourne

#6. You've got to be in a place where you can put your guard down. I've got a long list of things I consider to be selling out. But amongst that list, one of them is when you make art without putting your guard down.

Devendra Banhart

#7. The quantitative factors lend themselves far better to thoroughgoing analysis than do the qualitative factors. The former are fewer in number, more easily obtainable, and much better suited to the forming of definite and dependable conclusions.

Benjamin Graham

#8. She looks like she's at peace," I hear, over and over. Or "She looks just like herself, don't she?" Neither one of these is true. She looks like an illustration in a book, two-dimensional, when she ought to be leaping off the page. When

Jodi Picoult

#9. Sometimes truths are what we run from, and sometimes they are what we seek.

R.D. Ronald

#10. Rob sidled up next to me. "You don't have to come," he told me. "We can do it."
Glaring at him, I said, "I'm coming. For Heaven's sake, I put on a dress and you lot think I'm a girl.

A.C. Gaughen

#11. Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.

Kristin Cashore