9 quotes found by Charlotte Brontë

Charlotte Brontë
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.
Charlotte Brontë
I would always rather be happy than dignified.
love  women  pride  # 422
Charlotte Brontë
Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!
chapter-xxiii  # 1170
Charlotte Brontë
I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.
Charlotte Brontë
The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
Charlotte Brontë
I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
notag  # 2324
Charlotte Brontë
Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.
happiness  sharing  # 2469
Charlotte Brontë
No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?"
humor  religion  children  hell  # 2498
Charlotte Brontë
Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation."