Charlotte Brontë
Birthdate: April 21, 1816
Birthplace: Thornton, Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom
Date of Death: March 31, 1855
Occupation: Author
Profile: Best known for
Jane Eyre. Sister of
Emily Bronte.
Website: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlotte_Bronte
Number of Quotes: 74
A great deal; you are good to those who are good to you... When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard.
A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
Believe me, happiness is not always found in indulgence.
Better to be without logic than without feeling.
Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank.
But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!
But this I know; the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master.
Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us.
Consistency, madam, is the first of Christian duties.
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion.
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!
Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.
Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own.
Feeling without judgment is a washy draught indeed; but judgment untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.
Flirting is a woman's trade, one must keep in practice.
Give him enough rope and he will hang himself.
Gratitude is a divine emotion. It fills the heart, not to bursting; it warms it, but not to fever.
Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.
I am always easy of belief when the creed pleases me.
I am not an angel... I will be myself.
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.
I avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.
I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots.
I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do.
I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.
I could not unlove you now, even if I would.
I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.
I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.
I have for the first time found what I can truly love — I have found you.
I have little left in myself — I must have you.
I must dislike those who, whatever I do to please them, persist in disliking me.
I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.
I would always rather be happy than dignified.
I'm just going to write because I cannot help it.
If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.
It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.
It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself.
It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
It is not violence that best overcomes hate — nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.
Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird.
Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation.
Let your performance do the thinking.
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.
Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.
Look twice before you leap.
Love me or hate me, you will find me the same.
Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively
callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.
No coward soul is mine, no trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere.
No mockery in the world ever sounds to me as hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness.
No sight so sad as that of a naughty child.
Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.
Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education.
Reader, I married him.
Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The
thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter — often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter — in the eye.
The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures.
There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad.
Time and experience have taught me a stern lesson: it is better to endure patiently than to demand justice.
True enthusiasm is a fine feeling whose flash I admire where-ever I see it.
We know that God is
everywhere; but certainly we feel his presence most when his works are on the grandest scale.
What good are riches if they bring no happiness?
Who has words at the right moment?
Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel.
You ask about Queen Victoria's
visit to Brussels. I saw her for an instant flashing through the Rue Royale.
You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourself,
as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person's strength.
You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.
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