I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes. Anne Bronte More Quotes by Anne Bronte More Quotes From Anne Bronte If ever I am a mother I will zealously strive against this crime of over- indulgence. I can hardly give it a milder name when I think of the evils it brings. Anne Bronte mother names thinking [Preface to second edition:] ... I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. Anne Bronte may book sex 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. Anne Bronte sunshine heart wind You may think it all very fine, Mr. Huntingdon, to amuse yourself with rousing my jealousy; but take care you don't rouse my hate instead. And when you have once extinguished my love, you will find it no easy matter to kindle it again. Anne Bronte hate love-you thinking My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can. Anne Bronte heart long mean No; for instead of delivering myself up to the full enjoyment of the as others do, I am always troubling my head about how I could produce the same effect upon canvas; and as that can never be done, it is mere vanity and vexation of spirit. Anne Bronte vexation vanity done He had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough. Anne Bronte hints appreciate understanding Because I imagine there must be only a very, very few men in the world, that I should like to marry; and of those few, it is ten to one I may never be acquainted with one; or if I should, it is twenty to one he may not happen to be single, or to take a fancy to me. Anne Bronte twenties men world He never could have loved me, or he would not have resigned me so willingly Anne Bronte resigned I was not really angry: I felt for him all the time, and longed to be reconciled; but I determined he should make the first advances, or at least show some signs of an humble and contrite spirit, first; for, if I began, it would only minister to his self-conceit, increase his arrogance, and quite destroy the lesson I wanted to give him. Anne Bronte self humble giving What business had I to think so much of one that never thought of me? Anne Bronte thinking I will give my whole heart and soul to my Maker if I can,' I answered, 'and not one atom more of it to you than He allows. What are you, sir, that you should set yourself up as a god, and presume to dispute possession of my heart with Him to whom I owe all I have and all I am, every blessing I ever did or ever can enjoy - and yourself among the rest - if you are a blessing, which I am half inclined to doubt. Anne Bronte blessing heart giving I cannot get him to write or speak in real, solid earnest. I don't much mind it now, but if it be always so, what shall I do with the serious part of myself? Anne Bronte real mind writing I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other. Anne Bronte drinking giving men Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe. Anne Bronte tired eye heart All true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasure may be hard to find, and when found, so trivial in quantity, that the dry, shriveled kernel scarcely compensates for the trouble of cracking the nut. Anne Bronte dry treasure nuts A little girl loves her bird--Why? Because it lives and feels; because it is helpless and harmless? A toad, likewise, lives and feels, and is equally helpless and harmless; but though she would not hurt a toad, she cannot love it like the bird, with its graceful form, soft feathers, and bright, speaking eyes. Anne Bronte girl eye hurt What the world stigmatizes as romantic is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed. Anne Bronte world To represent a bad thing in its least offensive light is, doubtless, the most agreeable course for a writer of fiction to pursue; but is it the most honest, or the safest? Is it better to reveal the snares and pitfalls of like to the young and thoughtless traveller, or to cover them with branches and flowers? Oh, reader! if there were less of this delicate concealment of facts--this whispering "Peace, peace," when there is no peace, there would be less of sin and misery to the young of both sexes who are left to wring their bitter knowledge from experience. Anne Bronte light flower sex No, thank you, I don't mind the rain,' I said. I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise. Anne Bronte common-sense taken rain
