And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame. Charlotte Bronte More Quotes by Charlotte Bronte More Quotes From Charlotte Bronte I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations. Charlotte Bronte easy mind want I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre Charlotte Bronte trust-myself jane Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means. Charlotte Bronte propensity principles mean Jane, I never meant to wound you thus...Will you ever forgive me?" Reader, I forgave him at the moment and on the spot. Charlotte Bronte forgive-me forgiving moments 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 sacred kissing hands Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning. Charlotte Bronte prodigious amount morning Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned. Charlotte Bronte forgiveness revenge time Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale -- a daydream." "Which I can and will realise. I shall begin today. Charlotte Bronte destiny different world I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost. Charlotte Bronte steel sky world Novelists should never allow themselves to weary of the study of real life. Charlotte Bronte novelists study real The ease of his manner freed me from painful restraint; the friendly frankness, as correct as cordial, with which he treated me, drew me to him Charlotte Bronte painful ease friendly I don't wish to treat you like an inferior: that is (correcting himself), I claim only such superiority as must result from twenty years' difference in age and a century's advance in experience. Charlotte Bronte differences wish years I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed. Charlotte Bronte twilight home heart Now it is not everybody, even amongst our respected friends and esteemed acquaintance, whom we like to have near us, whom we like to watch us, to wait on us, to approach us with the proximity of a nurse to a patient. It is not every friend whose eye is a light in a sickroom, whose presence is there a solace. Charlotte Bronte light eye nurse I have for the first time found what I can truly love- I have found you. You are my sympathy-my better self-my good angel-I am bound to you with a strong attachment. Charlotte Bronte angel strong love Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness. To-night at least, I would be her guest-as I was her child; my mother would lodge me without money and without price. Charlotte Bronte mother night children If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed. Charlotte Bronte would-be littles men When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you, and you wanted to read the tablet of one's heart. Charlotte Bronte eye heart inspirational But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?-I believe; I have faith: I am going to God.-Where is God? What is God?-My maker and yours, who will never destroy what He created. I rely implicitly on His power, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me. Charlotte Bronte hours have-faith believe Mademoiselle is a fairy," he said, whispering mysteriously. Charlotte Bronte whispering fairy said