827 Quotes by Charlotte Brontë

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.

When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were – large, brilliant, and black.

I don’t call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don’t flatter me.

The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes, – and to speak.

You, Jane, I must have you for my own – entirely my own.

You – you strange – you almost unearthly thing! – I love as my own flesh. You – poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are – I entreat to accept me as a husband.

In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life – November seasons of disaster, when a man’s hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect.

I have not broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

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?