Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive. Charlotte Bronte More Quotes by Charlotte Bronte More Quotes From Charlotte Bronte I have no wish to talk nonsense." "If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense. Charlotte Bronte would-bewishmistake Liberty lends us her wings and Hope guides us by her star. Charlotte Bronte libertystarswings Old maids like the houseless and unemployed poor, should not ask for a place and an occupation in the world: the demand disturbs the happy and the rich. Charlotte Bronte maidsoccupationdemand Is not the real experience of each individual very limited? And, if a writer dwells upon that solely or principally, is he not in danger of repeating himself, and also of becoming an egotist? Then, too, imagination is a strong, restless faculty, which claims to be heard and exercised: are we to be quite deaf to her cry, and insensate to her struggles? When she shows us bright pictures, are we never to look at them, and try to reproduce them? And when she is eloquent, and speaks rapidly and urgently in our ear, are we not to write to her dictation? Charlotte Bronte strongrealstruggle 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. Charlotte Bronte poisonrightsforever 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? Charlotte Bronte cuttingairspring The man of regular life and rational mind never despairs. Charlotte Bronte mindworrymen My God, whose son, as on this night, took on Him the form of man, and for man vouchsafed to suffer and bleed, controls thy hand, and without His behest, thou canst not strike a stroke. My God is sinless, eternal, all-wise, and in Him is my trust, and though stripped and crushed by thee, -though naked, desolate, void of resource- I do not despair:where the lance of Guthrum now wet with my blood, I should not despair. I watch, I toil, I hope, I pray: Jehovah, in His own time, will aid. Charlotte Bronte wisenightson I shall be thirty-one next birthday. My youth is gone like a dream; and very little use have I ever made of it. What have I done these last thirty years? Precious little. Charlotte Bronte gonedreamyears For those who are not hungry, it is easy to palaver about the degradation of charity. Charlotte Bronte hungerdegradationcharity Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the North of England. Charlotte Bronte clergyenglandyears Is there not a terrible hollowness, mockery, want, craving, in that existence which is given away to others, for want of something of your own to bestow it on? Charlotte Bronte hollownessgivenwant flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery. Charlotte Bronte flatteryvainwould-be On the contrary, I'm a universal patriot, if you could understand me rightly: my country is the world. Charlotte Bronte patriotismcountryworld Misery generates hate. Charlotte Bronte miseryunhappinesshate I like rudeness a great deal better than flattery. Charlotte Bronte rudenessflatterydeals The City seems so much more in earnest: its business, its rush, its roar are such serious things, sights and sounds. The City is getting its living - the West-End but enjoying its pleasure. Charlotte Bronte citiessightsound There are not unfrequently substantial reasons underneath for customs that appear to us absurd; and if I were ever again to find myself amongst strangers, I should be solicitous to examine before I condemned. Charlotte Bronte absurdstrangerreason Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Charlotte Bronte naturerainmorning I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations. Charlotte Bronte easymindwant
