Quotes from bronte charlotte ii

The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal -- cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge -- so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses -- loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself.

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.

To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage.

Novelists should never allow themselves to weary of the study of real life.

Life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well.

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.

We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.

The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.

Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.

The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely entrusted.

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.

I believe that creature is a changeling: she is a perfect cabinet of oddities.

Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

Unlawful pleasure, trenching on another's rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasure--its hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave forever.

There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.

I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime; I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last.

We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age-- Are they withered in the sod?