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 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-be wish mistake Liberty lends us her wings and Hope guides us by her star. Charlotte Bronte liberty stars wings 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 maids occupation demand 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 strong real struggle Unlawful pleasure, trenching on another's rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasureits hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave forever. Charlotte Bronte poison rights forever 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 cutting air spring The man of regular life and rational mind never despairs. Charlotte Bronte mind worry men 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 wise night son 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 gone dream years For those who are not hungry, it is easy to palaver about the degradation of charity. Charlotte Bronte hunger degradation charity Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the North of England. Charlotte Bronte clergy england years 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 hollowness given want flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery. Charlotte Bronte flattery vain would-be On the contrary, I'm a universal patriot, if you could understand me rightly: my country is the world. Charlotte Bronte patriotism country world Misery generates hate. Charlotte Bronte misery unhappiness hate I like rudeness a great deal better than flattery. Charlotte Bronte rudeness flattery deals 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 cities sight sound 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 absurd stranger reason Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Charlotte Bronte nature rain morning I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations. Charlotte Bronte easy mind want
