About Anne Bronte: Anne Brontë was an English novelist and poet, the youngest member of the Brontë literary family.
It is a troublesome thing, Halford, this susceptibility to affronts where none are intended.
I cannot love a man who cannot protect me.
There's nothing like active employment, I suppose, to console the afflicted.
I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. All novels are or should be written for both men and women to read, and I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that wou...
I wished to tell the truth, for truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.
It seems as if life and hope must cease together.
A man must have something to grumble about; and if he can't complain that his wife harries him to death with her perversity and ill-humour, he must complain that she wears him out with her kindness and gentleness.
All our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthens by exercise: therefore, if you choose to use the bad, or those which tend to evil till they become your masters, and neglect the good till they dwindle away, you...
Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them; and if such an occasion should never present itself, comfort your mind with this reflection: that, though in single life your joys may not be very many, your...
It is a woman's nature to be constant - to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever - bless them, dear creatures!
A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.
There is always a 'but' in this imperfect world.
I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other.
No generous mind delights to oppress the weak, but rather to cherish and protect.
But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.
I have heard that, with some persons, temperance – that is, moderation – is almost impossible; and if abstinence be an evil (which some have doubted), no one will deny that excess is a greater. Some parents have entirely prohibited their children...
I gave up hoping...But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.
