You are human and fallible. — Charlotte Bronte

You mocking changeling–fairy–born and human–bred! — Charlotte Bronte

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being’s eye has failed to greet mine. — Charlotte Bronte

The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely intrusted. — Charlotte Bronte

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will. — Charlotte Bronte

Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed but judgement untempered by Feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition. — Charlotte Bronte

Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. — Charlotte Bronte

It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. — Charlotte Brontë

Remorse is the poison of life. — Charlotte Bronte

Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. — Charlotte Bronte

Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank. — Charlotte Bronte

Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,’ he answered; ‘and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it. — Emily Brontë

But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life–no true home–nothing to be dearer to me than myself? — Charlotte Bronte

Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning. — Charlotte Bronte

The man of regular life and rational mind never despairs. — Charlotte Bronte

If life be a war, it seemed my destiny to conduct it single–handed. — Charlotte Bronte

I ask you to pass through life at my side–to be my second self, and best earthly companion. — Charlotte Bronte

But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well! — Charlotte Bronte

Novelists should never allow themselves to weary of the study of real life. — Charlotte Bronte

Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs. — Charlotte Brontë

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering away your life on silly trifles. — Emily Brontë

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

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation. — Charlotte Bronte

Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth. — Charlotte Bronte

God did not give me my life to throw it away. — Charlotte Bronte

A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life. — Charlotte Bronte

But solitude is sadness.’ ‘Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart–break. — Charlotte Bronte

I thank my Maker, that in the midst of judgment he has remembered mercy. I humbly entreat my Redeemer to give me strength to lead henceforth a purer life than I have done hitherto. — Charlotte Bronte

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul! — Emily Brontë

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives–the life of thought, and that of reality. — Charlotte Bronte

M]y inner self moved; my spirit shook its always–fettered wings half loose. I had a sudden feeling as if I, who never yet truly lived, were at last about to taste life. — Charlotte Brontë

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. — Emily Brontë

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me. — Emily Brontë

On the contrary, I’m a universal patriot, if you could understand me rightly: my country is the world. — Charlotte Bronte

She burned too bright for this world. — Emily Brontë

You know full well as I do the value of sisters’ affections: There is nothing like it in this world. — Charlotte Bronte

You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face. — Charlotte Bronte

Old maids like the houseless and unemployed poor, should not ask for a place and an occupation in the world: the demand disturbs the happy and the rich. — Charlotte Bronte

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her. — Emily Brontë

I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost. — Charlotte Bronte

If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends. — Charlotte Bronte

She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world. — Emily Brontë

Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is round us, for it is everywhere. — Charlotte Bronte

No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. — Charlotte Bronte

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! — Emily Brontë

Your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you. — Charlotte Bronte

I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart. — Charlotte Bronte

All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever. — Charlotte Bronte

There’s no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There’s such a thing as keeping, A remembrance in one’s heart. — Charlotte Bronte

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

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly. — Emily Brontë

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed. — Charlotte Bronte

I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.’ ‘Station! Station!––your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter. — Charlotte Bronte

My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it. — Charlotte Bronte

I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand–they only. Know this at last. — Charlotte Bronte

Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow there, firm as weeds among stones. — Charlotte Bronte

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 Bronte

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. — Emily Brontë

The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart–ease. — Charlotte Bronte

Beauty is in the eye of the gazer. — Charlotte Bronte

It would not be wicked to love me.’ ‘It would to obey you. — Charlotte Bronte

I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered–and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.’–Jane Eyre — Charlotte Bronte

Love me, then, or hate me, as you will,’ I said at last, ‘you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God’s, and be at peace. — Charlotte Bronte

He made me love him without looking at me. — Charlotte Bronte

If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own. — Charlotte Bronte

That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure. — Charlotte Bronte

I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the world. — Charlotte Bronte

He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw. — Charlotte Bronte

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. — Charlotte Bronte

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

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. — Emily Brontë

He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again. — Emily Brontë

Little Jane’s love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken. — Charlotte Bronte

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. — Charlotte Bronte

After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love––I have found you. — Charlotte Bronte

He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same. — Emily Brontë

I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest––blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s life as fully as he is mine. — Charlotte Bronte

If you don’t love another living soul, then you’ll never be disappointed. — Charlotte Bronte

He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. ‘Oh, Jane! my hope–my love–my life!’ broke in anguish from his lips. — Charlotte Bronte

Well had Solomon said,’Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. — Charlotte Bronte

Alas! never had I loved him so well! — Charlotte Bronte

While I loved, and while I was loved, what an existence I enjoyed! — Charlotte Bronte

Make my happiness––I will make yours. — Charlotte Bronte

There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may. — Charlotte Bronte

Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste. — Charlotte Bronte

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort. — Charlotte Bronte

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same. — Charlotte Bronte

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death! — Emily Brontë

My home is humble and unattractive to strangers, but to me it contains what I shall find nowhere else in the world–the … affection which brothers and sisters feel for each other. — Charlotte Bronte

It strikes me with terror and anguish to feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever. I see the necessity of departure; and it is like looking on the necessity of death. — Charlotte Bronte

I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity? — Charlotte Bronte

It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you. — Charlotte Bronte

No severe or prolonged bodily illness followed this incident of the red–room: it only gave my nerves a shock, of which I feel the reverberation to this day. — Charlotte Bronte

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him. — Emily Brontë

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. — Charlotte Bronte

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 Bronte