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"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will." ~ Charlotte Bronte
"Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs." ~ Charlotte Bronte
"I do not think the sunny youth of either will prove the forerunner of stormy age. I think it is deemed good that you two should live in peace and be happy - not as angels but as few are happy amongst mortals. Some lives are thus blessed: it is God's will: it is the attesting trace and lingering evidence of Eden. Other lives run from the first another course. Other travellers encounter weather fitful and gusty wild and variable - breast adverse winds are belated and overtaken by the early closing winter night. Neither can this happen without the sanction of God and I know that amidst His boundless works is somewhere stored the secret of this last fate's justice: I know that His treasures contain the proof as the promise of its mercy." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"They were not bound to regard with affection a thing that could not sympathise with one amongst them; a heterogeneous thing, opposed to them in temperament, in capacity, in propensities; a useless thing, incapable of serving their interest, or adding to their pleasure; a noxious thing, cherishing the germs of indignation at their treatment, of contempt of their judgment.  I know that had I been a sanguine, brilliant, careless, exacting, handsome, romping child—though equally dependent and friendless—Mrs. Reed would have endured my presence more complacently; her children would have entertained..." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Lumea poate sa inteleaga foarte bine ce inseamna sa mori din lipsa de hrana. Prea putini pot insa sa inteleaga sau sa simta odata cu tine ce inseamna sa innebunesti de prea multa singuratate. Se mai intampla sa vada cate un astfel de captiv, de multa vreme ingropat in singuratate, cum iese la lumina zilei nebun sau indobitocit,- cum l-au parasit mintile, cum simturile lui, la inceput inflamate, au trecut prin suferinte fara nume, pentru ca apoi sa cada in amortire- si iata un subiect prea complicat pentru mintile simple, prea abstract pentru intelegerea obisnuita." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"And as for the vague something --- was it a sinister or a sorrowful, a designing or a desponding expression? --- that opened upon a careful observer, now and then, in his eye, and closed again before one could fathom the strange depth partially disclosed; that something which used to make me fear and shrink, as if I had been wandering amongst volcanic-looking hills, and had suddenly felt the ground quiver, and seen it gape: that something, I, at intervals, beheld still; and with throbbing heart, but not with palsied nerves. Instead of wishing to shun, I longed only to dare --- to divine it; and I thought Miss Ingram happy, because one day she might look into the abyss at her leisure, explore its secrets and analyse their nature." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"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 Brontë
"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 Brontë
"Have you heard from his lordship lately?" I asked."Oh no! About six months ago I had indeed one little note, but I gave it to Macara by mistake, and really I don't know what became of it afterwards.""Did Macara express hot sentiment of incipient jealousy on thus accidentally learning that you had not entirely dropped all correspondence with the noble Earl?""Yes. He said he thought the note was very civilly expressed, and wished me to answer it in terms equally polite.""Good! And you did so?""Of course. I penned an elegant billet on a sheet of rose-tinted note-paper, and sealed it with a pretty green seal bearing the device of twin hearts consumed by the same flame. Some misunderstanding must have occurred, though, for in two or three days afterwards I received it back unopened and carefully enclosed in a cover. The direction was not in his lordship's hand-writing: Macara told me he thought it was the Countess's." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Little things recall us to earth. The clock struck in the hall; that sufficed. I turned from the moon and the stars, opened a side door, and went in." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"El corazón humano tiene tesoros ocultos,Mantenidos en secreto, sellados en silencio; Los pensamientos, las esperanzas, los sueños, los placeres, que si se revelaran, sus encantos se romperían." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Good fortune opens the hand as well as the heart wonderfully; and to give somewhat when we have largely received, but to afford a vent to the unusual ebullition of the sensations." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the window, and busy myself in sketching fancy vignettes representing any scene that happened momentarily to shape itself in the ever-shifting kaleidoscope of imagination: a glimpse of sea between two rock; the rising moon, and a ship crossing its disc; a group of reeds and water-flags, and a naiad's head, crowned with lotus-flowers, rising out of them; an elf sitting in a hedge-sparrow's nest, under a wreath of hawthorn bloom." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"A strong, vague persuasion that it was better to go forward than backward, and that I could go forward— that a way, however narrow and difficult, would in time open— predominated over other feelings: its influence hushed them so far, that at last I became sufficiently tranquil to be able to say my prayers and seek my couch. I had just extinguished my candle and lain down, when a deep, low, mighty tone swung through the night. At first I knew it not; but it was uttered twelve times, and at the twelfth colossal hum and trembling knell, I said: "I lie in the shadow of St. Paul's." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third storey, backwards and forwards, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind's eye to dwell on whatever bright visions rose before it - and, certainly, they were many and glowing; to let my heart be heaved by the exultant movement, which, while it swelled it in trouble, expanded it with life; and, best of all, to open my inward ear to a tale that was never ended - a tale my imagination created, and narrated continuously; quickened with all of incident, life, fire, feeling, that I desired and had not in my actual existence." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"This pure little drop from a pure little source was too sweet: it penetrated deep, and subdued the heart" ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Religion called – Angels beckoned – God commanded – life rolled together like a scroll – death's gates opening showed eternity beyond." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Me siento igual a él; pese a la distancia en rango y riqueza que nos separa, comprendo el lenguaje de su semblante y de sus gestos: hay algo en mi corazón y en mi cerebro, en mi sangre y en mis nervios, que me conecta mentalmente con él. [...] Lo único que eso significa es que tenemos ciertos gustos y sentimientos comunes. Debo, pues, repetirme hasta la saciedad que nunca estaremos juntos. Y reconocer que, mientras sea capaz de pensar y de respirar, no dejaré de amarle." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"I have a little boy, younger than you, who knows six Psalms by heart: and when you ask him which he would rather have, a gingerbread-nut to eat, or a verse of a Psalm to learn, he says: ‘Oh! the verse of a Psalm! angels sing Psalms,' says he; ‘I wish to be a little angel here below;' he then gets two nuts in recompense for his infant piety." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Probably, if I had lately left a good home and kind parents, this would have been the hour when I should most keenly have regretted the separation: that wind would then have saddened my heart; this obscure chaos would have disturbed my peace: as it was I derived from both a strange excitement, and reckless and feverish, I wished the wind to howl more wildly, the gloom to deepen to darkness, and the confusion to rise to clamour." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Ogni atomo della sua carne mi è caro come la mia propria; l'amerei malata, l'amerei infelice.Il suo animo è il mio tesoro e anche se si smarrisse continuerebbe ad esserlo. Se delirasse, le mie braccia la tratterrebbero, e non una camicia di forza; una sua stretta, anche se inconsapevole e feroce, mi alletterebbe e anche se lei mi si avventasse addosso furibonda come ha fatto stamane quella donna, l'accoglierei con un abbraccio energico sì, ma non meno tenero.E quando fosse calma, non avrebbe altro guardiano, altra infermiera che me; saprei vegliarla con infinita tenerezza, anche se lei non potesse ricompensarmi con nessun sorriso e non mi stancherei di guardarla negli occhi anche se più non mi riconoscessero." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"I think if Eternity held torment, its form would not be fiery rack, nor its nature, despair. I think that on a certain day amongst those days which never dawned, and will not set, an angel entered Hades — stood, shone, smiled, delivered a prophecy of conditional pardon, kindled a doubtful hope of bliss to come, not now, but at a day and hour unlooked for, revealed in his own glory and grandeur the height and compass of his promise: spoke thus — then towering, became a star, and vanished into his own Heaven. His legacy was suspense — a worse boon than despair." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Courage, Lucy Snowe! With self-denial and economy now, and steady exertion by-and-by, an object in life need not fail you. Venture not to complain that such an object is too selfish, too limited, and lacks interest; be content to labour for independence until you have proved, by winning that prize, your right to look higher." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you, and you wanted to read the tablet of one's heart." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"The house cleared, I shut myself in, fastened the bolt that none might intrude, and proceeded—not to weep, not to mourn, I was yet too calm for that, but—mechanically to take off the wedding dress, and replace it by the stuff gown I had worn yesterday, as I thought, for the last time. I then sat down: I felt weak and tired. I leaned my arms on a table, and my head dropped on them. And now I thought: till now I had only heard, seen, moved—followed up and down where I was led or dragged—watched event rush on event, disclosure open beyond disclosure: but now, I thought." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Well, my insane inconsistency had its reward. Instead of the comfort, the certain satisfaction, I might have won - could I but have put choking panic down, and stood for two minutes - here was dead blank, dark doubt and drear suspense. I took my wages to my pillow, and passed the night counting them." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Pedepsiti-i trupul pentru a-i salva sufletul." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"the mere pouring out of some portion of long accumulating, long pent-up pain into a vessel whence it could not again be diffused--had done me good. I was already solaced." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"such absolute impenetrability is past comprehension" ~ Charlotte Brontë
"-Da, spuse el, dupa ce ma privi cateva clipe, nu se poate nega, - e intr-adevar un chip care exprima hotararea-, e intiparita cu o penita de fier. A fost dureros?-Foarte dureros, spusei sincera. Fa hotararea sa-si ridice mana de pe chipul meu, monsieur, nu-i mai pot indura scrijelirea." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Iubirea nascuta din frumusetea adevarata nu era pentru mine - n-aveam nimic in comun cu asa ceva. [...] insa o astfel de iubire, trezita cu sfiala la viata dupa o atat de indelungata cunoastere, calita in flacara suferintei, pecetluita de consecventa, consolidata de focul pur si dainuitor al afectiunii, supusa de ratiune la toate incercarile intelectului si, in cele din urma, forjata prin insasi viata ei la aceasta desavarsire fara pata, aceasta iubire care dispretuieste pasiunea, frenezia si delirul ei si stingerea ei atat de grabnica, in iubirea aceasta crezusem cu toata fiinta mea." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Divine justice pursued its course; disasters came thick on me: I was forced to pass through the valley of the shadow of death. His chastisements are mighty; and one smote me which has humbled me for ever. You know I was proud of my strength: but what is it now, when I must give it over to foreign guidance, as a child does its weakness? Of late, Jane - only - only of late - I began to see and acknowledge the hand of God in my doom. I began to experience remorse, repentance; the wish for reconcilement to my Maker. I began to pray: very brief prayers they were, but very sincere." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"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 Brontë
"Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs." - Helen Burns" ~ Charlotte Brontë
"I did not like re-entering Thornfield. To pass its threshold was to return to stagnation; to cross the silent hall, to ascend the darksome staircase, to seek my own lonely little room, and then to meet tranquil Mrs. Fairfax, and spend the long winter evening with her, and her only, was to quell wholly the faint excitement wakened by my walk,—to slip again over my faculties the viewless fetters of an uniform and too still existence; of an existence whose very privileges of security and ease I was becoming incapable of appreciating. What good it would have done me at that time to have been tossed in the storms of an uncertain struggling life, and to have been taught by rough and bitter experience to long for the calm amidst which I now repined! Yes, just as much good as it would do a man tired of sitting still in a "too easy chair" to take a long walk: and just as natural was the wish to stir, under my circumstances, as it would be under his." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"A deal of people, Miss, are for trusting all to Providence; but I say Providence will not dispense with the means, though He often blesses them when they are used discreetly." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Daca ea ar fi fost o femeie buna si nobila, inzestrata cu forta, blandete pasiune si bun-simt, as fi purtat o singura lupta decisiva cu doi tigri-gelozia si disperarea; si apoi, cu inima smulsa din piept si sfasiata, as fi admirat-o..i-as fi recunoscut perfectiunea si as fi ramas tacuta pentru tot restul vietii mele; si cu cat mai impecabila ar fi fost superioritatea ei, cu atat mai adanca ar fi fost admiratia mea si cu atat mai adanca linistea mea. Dar asa cum stau de fapt lucrurile, sa privesc eforturile ei de a-l seduce, sa fiu martora esecului lor repetat, iar ea sa nu fie constienta de acest esec, inchipuindu-si, in vanitatea ei, ca fiecare sageata lansata isi nimerea tinta si falindu-se plina de ea cu cu succesul obtinut, in timp ce trufia si multumirea ei de sine indeparta tot mai mult ceea ce dorea ea sa atraga- sa vad toate acestea insemna sa ma aflu in aceslasi timp intr-o provocare permanenta si o constrangere nemiloasa" ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Sometimes I half fall asleep when I am sitting alone and fancy things that have never happened." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"I wish I had only offered youa sovereign instead of ten pounds. Give me back nine pounds, Jane; I've a use for it.''And so have I, sir,' I returned, putting my hands and my purse behind me. 'I could not spare the money on any account.''Little niggard!' said he, 'refusing me a pecuniary request! Give me five pounds, Jane.''Not five shillings, sir; nor five pence.''Just let me look at the cash.''No, sir; you are not to be trusted." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"I recalled that inward sensation I had experienced: for I could recall it, with all its unspeakable strangeness. I recalled the voice I had heard; again I questioned whence it came, as vainly as before: it seemed in ME--not in the external world. I asked was it a mere nervous impression--a delusion? I could not conceive or believe: it was more like an inspiration. The wondrous shock of feeling had come like the earthquake which shook the foundations of Paul and Silas's prison; it had opened the doors of the soul's cell and loosed its bands--it had wakened it out of its sleep, whence it sprang trembling, listening, aghast; then vibrated thrice a cry on my startled ear, and in my quaking heart and through my spirit, which neither feared nor shook, but exulted as if in joy over the success of one effort it had been privileged to make, independent of the cumbrous body." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"If for instance the sentiment possessing for the moment the empire of our mind is sorrow, will not the genius sharpen the sorrow and the sorrow purify the genius? Together, will they not be like a cut diamond for which language is only the wax on which they stamp their imprint? I believe that genius, thus awakened, has no need to seek out details, that it scarcely pauses to reflect, that it never thinks of unity: I believe that the details come naturally without search by the poet, that inspiration takes the place of reflection and as for unity, I think there is no unity so perfect as that which results from a heart filled with a single idea...The nature of genius is related to that of instinct; it's operation is both simple and marvelous." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"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 Brontë
"I had not seen "Pride and Prejudice," till I read that sentence of yours, and then I got the book. And what did I find? An accurate daguerreotyped portrait of a common-place face; a carefully fenced, highly cultivated garden, with neat borders and delicate flowers; but no glance of a bright, vivid physiognomy, no open country, no fresh air, no blue hill, no bonny beck. I should hardly like to live with her ladies and gentlemen, in their elegant but confined houses." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Mi-am amintit de doctorul John, de calda mea afectiune pentru el, de increderea mea in marile lui calitati, de bucuria cu care ma invaluia frumusetea sa sufleteasca. Ce devenise aceasta prietenie, care era acum jumatate fiinta vie si jumatate marmura, numai de o parte adevar pur si de partea cealalta poate numai o gluma?Murise oare cu adevarat sentimentul acesta? Nu stiu cu exactitate, insa era ingropat. [...]Ma pripisem oare? Ma intrebam asta adesea [...] Dar, in timp, am invatat ca nimic din aceasta bunatate, aceasta cordialitate, aceasta muzica, nimic din toate astea nu-mi era adresat. Faceau parte din fiinta lui, erau mierea firii lui, blestemul fapturii sale- le impartea in jur asa cum fructul copt rasplateste cu dulceata lui albina ratacitoare, le raspandea in jur asa cum florile isi daruiesc mireasma. Oare nectarul iubeste cu adevarat albina sau pasarea careia i se daruieste? Oare macesul e cu adevarat indragostit de vazduhul din jur?" ~ Charlotte Brontë
"His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"I am a free human being with an independent will."Jane Eyre" ~ Charlotte Brontë
"Much better," I said calmly. "Much better, I thank you, Dr. John." For, reader, this tall young man - this darling son - this host of mine - this Graham Bretton, was Dr. John: he, and no other; and, what is more, I ascertained this identity scarcely with surprise. What is more, when I heard Graham's step on the stairs, I knew what manner of figure would enter, and for whose aspect to prepare my eyes. The discovery was not of to-day, its dawn had penetrated my perceptions long since. Of course I remembered young Bretton well; and though ten years (from sixteen to twenty-six) may greatly change the boy as they mature him to the man, yet they could bring no such utter difference as would suffice wholly to blind my eyes, or baffle my memory. Dr. John Graham Bretton retained still an affinity to the youth of sixteen." ~ Charlotte Brontë
"At heart, he could not abide sense in women: he liked to see them as silly, as light-headed, as vain, as open to ridicule as possible; because they were then in reality what he held them to be, and wished them to be,--inferior: toys to play with, to amuse a vacant hour and to be thrown away." ~ Charlotte Brontë
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