Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily Enjoy them as they fly! Charlotte Bronte More Quotes by Charlotte Bronte More Quotes From Charlotte Bronte I wished critics would judge me as an author, not as a woman. Charlotte Bronte judge-mecriticsjudging But this I know; the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master--something that at times strangely wills and works for itself. He may lay down rules and devise principles, and to rules and principles it will perhaps for years lie in subjection; and then, haply without any warning of revolt, there comes a time when it will no longer consent. Charlotte Bronte creativelyingyears I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate. Charlotte Bronte womenintegritylove Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation." "I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you. Charlotte Bronte independentstrugglebird 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 excitementlittlespeace I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep. Charlotte Bronte sunshinelife-isbelieve It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer. Charlotte Bronte answersdoethank-you Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. Charlotte Bronte independencelastsself Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Charlotte Bronte painloveromantic There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. Charlotte Bronte possibilitywalks If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge - so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses - loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself. Charlotte Bronte cuttingkindnessclouds Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow firm there, firm as weeds among stones. Charlotte Bronte sadweededucation There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may. Charlotte Bronte costloversmay Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us. Charlotte Bronte cheerfulpersonalitymatter When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should - so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again. Charlotte Bronte strikesshouldreason There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms. Charlotte Bronte armsvisionsorrow I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience. Charlotte Bronte equalitywomenfreedom 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 in its depression. When I placed his chair at the table, which I hastened to do, anticipating the servant, and when I handed him his tea, which I did with trembling care, he said: "Thank you, Lucy," in as kindly a tone of his full pleasant voice as ever my ear welcomed. Charlotte Bronte motherbeautifulmen If you don't love another living soul, then you'll never be disappointed. Charlotte Bronte disappointedsoulifs Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is round us, for it is everywhere. Charlotte Bronte raceearthmen
