Quotes by Charlotte Bronte

About Charlotte Bronte:

Charlotte Brontë was an English novelist and poet, the eldest of the three Brontë sisters who survived into adulthood and whose novels have become classics of English literature. She first published her works (including her best known novel, Jane Eyre) under the pen name Currer Bell.
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Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

Charlotte Bronte

Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.

Charlotte Bronte

Unfeeling thing that I was, the sensibilities of the maternal heart were Greek and Hebrew to me.

Charlotte Bronte

Our natures own predilections and antipathies alike strange. There are people from whom we secretly shrink, whom we would personally avoid, though reason confesses that they are good people: there are others with faults of temper, &c., evident enough...

Charlotte Bronte

The charm of variety there was not, nor the excitement of incident; but I liked peace so well, and sought stimulus so little, that when the latter came I almost felt it a disturbance, and rather still wished it had held aloof.

Charlotte Bronte

In catalepsy and a dead trance, I studiously held the quick of my nature.

Charlotte Bronte

Besides, I seemed to hold two lives—the life of thought, and that of reality; and, provided the former was nourished with a sufficiency of the strange necromantic joys of fancy, the privileges of the latter might remain limited to daily bread, hour...

Charlotte Bronte

I wait, with some impatience in my pulse, but no doubt in my breast.

Charlotte Bronte

I doubt if I have made the best use of all my calamities. Soft, amiable natures they would have refined to saintliness; of strong, evil spirits they would have made demons; as for me, I have only been a woe-struck and selfish woman.

Charlotte Bronte

I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?

Charlotte Bronte

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

Amid the worry of a self- condemnatory soliloquy, his demeanour seemed grave, perhaps cold, both to me and his mother. And yet there was no bad feeling, no malice, no rancour, no littleness in his countenance, beautiful with a man's best beauty, even...

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I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came,...

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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living

Charlotte Bronte

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Charlotte Bronte

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

Charlotte Bronte

You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my ki...

Charlotte Bronte

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

Charlotte Bronte

He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked ...

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The red firelight glowed on their two bonny heads and revealed their faces, animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel, and learn, that neither experienced nor e...

Charlotte Bronte

I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death... . I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter--the Eternity they have entered--where life is boundles...

Charlotte Bronte

Author Bio

  • NameCharlotte Bronte
  • DescriptionEnglish novelist and poet
  • AliasesCurrer Bell; Charlotte Nicholls
  • BornApril 21, 1816
  • DiedMarch 31, 1855
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionWriter; Poet; Novelist
  • WorksJane Eyre; Villette