Top 100 Quotes About Love Bronte
#1. I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears;
Emily Bronte
#2. I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart.
Charlotte Bronte
#3. 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.
Charlotte Bronte
#4. 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
#6. 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
#7. I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.
Charlotte Bronte
#8. I cannot love thee; thou 'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
Emily Bronte
#9. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Emily Bronte
#11. He must love such a handsome, noble, witty, accomplished lady; and probably she loves him, or, if not his person, at least his purse
Charlotte Bronte
#12. One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one's words much.
Charlotte Bronte
#13. 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
#14. Rochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.
Charlotte Bronte
#15. Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
Charlotte Bronte
#16. That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure.
Charlotte Bronte
#17. After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love
I have found you.
Charlotte Bronte
#18. I've always loved books by the Bronte sisters. I love Jane Austen, too. I'm more influenced by people like her than by pop culture.
Laura Marling
#19. Come in! come in !' he sobbed.
'Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart's darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!
Emily Bronte
#20. I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.'
- Jane Eyre
Charlotte Bronte
#21. Some have won a wild delight,
By daring wilder sorrow;
Could I gain thy love to-night,
I'd hazard death to-morrow.
Charlotte Bronte
#22. Love is real
the most real, the most lasting, the sweetest and yet the bitterest thing we know.
Charlotte Bronte
#23. I've always known myself. But he was the first to recognize me. And to love what he saw.
Charlotte Bronte
#24. Is that the summit of earthly happiness, the end of life - to love? I don't think it is. It may be the extreme of mortal misery, it may be sheer waste of time, and fruitless torture of feeling.
Charlotte Bronte
#25. I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.
Charlotte Bronte
#26. 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.'
Charlotte Bronte
#27. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
Emily Bronte
#28. 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
#29. I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be - that proves I love him better than myself.
Emily Bronte
#30. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
Emily Bronte
#31. 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
#32. If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love our friends for their sakes rather than for our own.
Charlotte Bronte
#33. My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.
Charlotte Bronte
#34. Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
Emily Bronte
#35. Together, they would brave satan and all his legions.
Emily Bronte
#36. And it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it ...
Charlotte Bronte
#37. I love the Bronte sisters, but I feel a closer kinship to the Ephron sisters, Nora and Delia, if only because their work makes me laugh more than the Brontes. I also love the Mitford sisters with their secret language and their endless letters back and forth.
Kate Klise
#38. You have introduced a topic on which our natures are at variance
a topic we should never discuss: the very name of love is an apple of discord between us. If the reality were required, what should we do? How should we feel? My dear cousin, abandon your scheme of marriage
forget it.
Charlotte Bronte
#39. 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.
Charlotte Bronte
#40. He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Bronte
#41. They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
Emily Bronte
#42. My great thought is in himself. If all else perished and he remained I should still continue to be and if all else remained and he were annihilated the universe would turn into a mighty stranger. I would not seem apart of it.
Emily Bronte
#43. It is true I little respect women or girls who are loquacious either in boasting the triumphs, or bemoaning the mortifications, of feelings.
Charlotte Bronte
#44. If you don't love another living soul, then you'll never be disappointed.
Charlotte Bronte
#45. And I pray one prayer
I repeat it till my tongue stiffens
Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you
haunt me, then! ... Be with me always
take any form
drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
Emily Bronte
#46. God is love, and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Anne Bronte
#47. He wrote because he liked to write; he did not abridge, because he cared not to abridge. He sat down, he took pen and paper, because he loved Lucy and had much to say to her; because he was faithful and thoughtful, because he was tender and true.
Charlotte Bronte
#48. Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.
Charlotte Bronte
#49. Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?
Emily Bronte
#50. Once I saw Graham - wholly unconscious of her proximity - push her with his restless foot. She receded an inch or two. A minute after one little hand stole out from beneath her face, to which it had been pressed, and softly caressed the heedless foot.
Charlotte Bronte
#51. 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
#52. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
Charlotte Bronte
#53. If I hate the sins, I love the sinner, and would do much for his salvation
Anne Bronte
#54. He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
Charlotte Bronte
#55. He is more me than I am' Catherine to Heathcliff
Emily 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. It is painful to doubt the sincerity of those we love.
Anne Bronte
#59. Better be generally in love with all than specially with one, I should think ...
Charlotte Bronte
#60. I love 'Jane Eyre,' and I love the Bronte sisters. I actually didn't read any of them until I was in college, so I don't have quite the same connection with them that I think a lot of women do.
Mallory Ortberg
#61. When I was a teenager, I used to love the Bronte books, 'Wuthering Heights' and 'Jane Eyre.' In those books, the women do usually manage to heal the men, but in life, I've found it's often the woman gets wounded. Instead of healing a man, she gets affected by his cruelty.
Jocelyn Moorhouse
#62. They DO live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface, change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing.
Emily Bronte
#63. It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself,
than to commit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all
connected with you.
Charlotte Bronte
#64. I will be your neighbour, your nurse, your housekeeper. I find you lonely: I will be your companion
to read to you, to walk with you, to sit with you, to wait on you, to be eyes and hands to you. Cease to look so melancholy, my dear master; you shall not be left desolate, so long as I live.
Charlotte Bronte
#65. 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
#67. 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
#68. 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
#69. 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
#70. 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
#71. 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
#72. When words, half love, all tenderness,
Were hourly heard, as hourly spoken,
When the long, sunny days of bliss
Only by moonlight nights were broken.
The Bronte Sisters
#73. Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.
Charlotte Bronte
#74. 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
#75. 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
#76. You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
Emily Bronte
#77. The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,
and to speak.
Charlotte Bronte
#78. You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity.
Charlotte Bronte
#79. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still
Charlotte Bronte
#80. 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.
Charlotte Bronte
#81. I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest
blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband's life as fully as he is mine.
Charlotte Bronte
#82. 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.
Charlotte Bronte
#83. He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Bronte
#84. But I feel this, Helen: I must dislike those who, whatever I do to please them, persist in disliking me; I must resist those who punish me unjustly. It is as natural as that I should love those who show me affection, or submit to punishment when I feel it is deserved.
Charlotte Bronte
#85. His reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling - to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again.
Emily Bronte
#86. 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
#87. To this crib I always took my doll; human beigns must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven image, shabby as a miniature scarecrow
Charlotte Bronte
#88. You fight against that devil for love as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven shall save him!
Emily Bronte
#89. 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
#90. Then the curtain rises, and you will see the girl to whom I am going to give all my life, to whom I have given everything that is good in me.
Charlotte Bronte
#91. Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.
Charlotte Bronte
#92. Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.
Emily Bronte
#93. 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.
Charlotte Bronte
#94. 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. And so you prefer her faults to other people's perfections?
Anne Bronte
#98. Sacrifice! What do I sacrifice? Famine fo food, expectation for content. To be privileged to put my arms round what I value
to press my lips to what I love
to repose on what I trust: is that to make a sacrifice? If so, then certainly I delight in sacrifice. - Jane
Charlotte Bronte
#99. If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.
Emily Bronte
#100. I scorn your idea of love,' I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock. 'I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it.
Charlotte Bronte
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