827 Quotes by Charlotte Brontë

There was much sense in your smile: it was very shrewd, and seemed to make light of your own abstraction. It seemed to say–'My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.

I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

One of those small but sharp recollections that return, lacerating your self-respect like tiny penknives, and forcing from your lips, as you sit alone, sudden, insane-sounding interjections.

Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.

My heart almost died within me; miserable longings strained its chords. How long were the September days! How silent, how lifeless!

Of an artistic temperament, I deny that I am; yet I must possess something of the artist's faculty of making the most of present pleasure.

I'll borrow of imagination what reality will not give me.

The hopes that, in my own heart sown,And cherished by such sun and rain,As Joy and transient Sorrow shed,Have ripened to a harvest there: