I’ll borrow of imagination what reality will not give me.
– Charlotte Bront
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- I try not to borrow, first you borrow then you beg. – Ernest Hemingway
- If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love our friends for their sakes rather than for our own. – Charlotte Bront
- his wife might, I verily believe, be the very happiest woman the sun shines on – Charlotte Bront
- Beauty is given to dolls, majesty to haughty vixens, but mind, feeling, passion and the crowning grace of fortitude are the attributes of an angel. – Charlotte Bront
- You, Jane, I must have you for my own–entirely my own. – Charlotte Bront
- Make my happiness–I will make yours. – Charlotte Bront
- How all my brain was in tumult, and all my heart in insurrection! Yet in what darkness, what dense ignorance, was the mental battle fought! – Charlotte Bront
- Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life. – Charlotte Bront
- Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice. – Charlotte Bront
- 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: – Charlotte Bront
- Whatever my powers–feminine or the contrary–God had given them, and I felt resolute to be ashamed of no faculty of his bestowal. – Charlotte Bront
- You have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose then, your heart has been weeping blood? – Charlotte Bront
- Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being’s eye has failed to greet mine. – Charlotte Bront
- Having a large world of his own in his own head and heart, he tolerated confinement to a small, still corner of the real world very patiently. – Charlotte Bront
- Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea. – Charlotte Bront
- I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon. – Charlotte Bront
- I stood lonely enough, but to that feeling of isolation I was accustomed: it did not oppress me much. – Charlotte Bront
- Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is around us, for it is everywhere. – Charlotte Bront
- A man is master of himself to a certain point, but not beyond it. -William Crimsworth – Charlotte Bront
- Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings. – Charlotte Bront
- To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,-”Is such my future fate?The morn was dreary, must the eveBe also desolate? – Charlotte Bront
- Some of the best people that ever lived have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a crime. – Charlotte Bront
- Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation. – Charlotte Bront
- I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains. – Charlotte Bront
- My feelings towards it can only be paralleled by that of a doting parent towards an idiot child. – Charlotte Bront
- . . . they would neither hate nor envy us if they did not deem us so much happier than themselves. – Charlotte Bront
- Conventionality is not morality. – Charlotte Bront
- You are human and fallible. – Charlotte Bront
- …would not exchange this one little English girl for the Grand Turk’s whole seraglio, gazelle-eyes, houri forms, and all! – Charlotte Bront
- In her past were sweet passages, in her future rosy hopes. – Charlotte Bront
- He did not yet known how many commenced lefe-romances are doomed never to get beyond the first, or at most the second chapter. – Charlotte Bront
- Jane! will you hear reason?’ (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) ‘because, if you won’t, I’ll try violence. – Charlotte Bront
- They outnumbered me, and I was worsted and under their feet; but, as yet, I was not dead. – Charlotte Bront
- Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear. – Charlotte Bront
- Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still – Charlotte Bront
- Unfeeling thing that I was, the sensibilities of the maternal heart were Greek and Hebrew to me. – Charlotte Bront
- In catalepsy and a dead trance, I studiously held the quick of my nature. – Charlotte Bront
- The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle. – Charlotte Bront
- . . . still we are none of us perfect . . . – Charlotte Bront
- … your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me… – Charlotte Bront