I can only say with deeper sincerity and fuller significance what I have always said in theory - Wait God's will. Charlotte Bronte More Quotes by Charlotte Bronte More Quotes From Charlotte Bronte Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm. Charlotte Bronte tides storm heaven I am no bird and no net ensnares me Charlotte Bronte bird You can write nothing of value unless you give yourself wholly to the the theme -- and when you so give yourself -- you lose appetite ans sleep -- it cannot be helped -- Charlotte Bronte sleep writing giving Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. Charlotte Bronte loneliness depression life I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. Little girl, a memory without blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure-an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment: is it not? Charlotte Bronte envy girl memories To women who please me only by their faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts — when they open to me a perspective of flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to the clear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break — at once supple and stable, tractable and consistent — I am ever tender and true. (Mr Rochester to Jane) Charlotte Bronte eye heart character I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me. Charlotte Bronte strong soul views It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion. I had left this woman in bitterness and hate, and I came back to her now with no other emotion than a sort of ruth for her great sufferings, and strong yearning to forget and forgive all injuries - to be reconciled and clasp hands in amity. Charlotte Bronte forgiveness hate strong I thank my Maker, that in the midst of judgment he has remembered mercy. I humbly entreat my Redeemer to give me strength to lead henceforth a purer life than I have done hitherto. Charlotte Bronte give-me-strength done giving Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love. Charlotte Bronte heartbreak prayer integrity As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream. Charlotte Bronte stars eye dream Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life. Charlotte Bronte dread poison missing They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry. Charlotte Bronte suffering should-have firsts God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest. Charlotte Bronte optimistic heart believe The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye. Charlotte Bronte truthful eye soul I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester Charlotte Bronte rochester answers hands I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart. Charlotte Bronte guests heart thinking I could not answer the ceaseless inward question-why I thus suffered; now, at the distance of-I will not say how many years, I see it clearly. Charlotte Bronte distance understanding years He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips. Charlotte Bronte love-of-my-life lips faces I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,--a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless. Charlotte Bronte agony gold men