31 Famous Charlotte Bronte Quotes

31 Famous Charlotte Bronte Quotes

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Charlotte Bronte was a poet and writer, she was also the oldest of the three infamous Bronte sisters. She is most known for her book, Jane Eyre, which she wrote underneath the name Currer Bell. She died on March 31, 1855 at the age of 38.

“Better to be without logic than without feeling.”

“Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an
impious hand to the Crown of Thorns. These things and deeds are diametrically opposed: they are as distinct as is vice from virtue. Men too often confound them: they should not be
confounded: appearance should not be mistaken for truth; narrow human doctrines, that only tend to elate and magnify a few, should not be substituted for the world-redeeming creed of Christ.
“There is — I repeat it — a difference; and it is a good, and not a bad action to mark broadly and clearly the line of separation between them.”

“Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while
turning over the leaves in my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near, a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with
ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast.”

“I avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.”

“I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I

“I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!”

“I can only say with deeper sincerity and fuller significance — what I have always said in theory — Wait God’s will.”

“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”

“I describe imperfect characters. Every character in this book will be found to be more or less imperfect, my pen refusing to draw anything in the model line.”

“I don’t think, sir, that you have a right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on
the use you have made of your time and experience.”

“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously
arrived, green and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”

“I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers
to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.”

“I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen: that I desired more of practical
experience than I possessed; more of intercourse with my kind, of acquaintance with variety of character, than was here within my reach.”

“I recalled the voice I had heard; again I questioned whence it came, as vainly as before: it seemed in me — not in the external world. I asked, was it a mere nervous impression — a
delusion? I could not conceive or believe: it was more like an inspiration.”

“I shall be called discontented. I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.”

“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.”

“If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust; the wicked people would have it all their own way: they would never feel afraid, and so they would never alter,
but would grow worse and worse. ”

“If you like poetry let it be first-rate; Milton, Shakespeare, Thomson, Goldsmith, Pope (if you will, though I don’t admire him), Scott, Byron, Camp[b]ell, Wordsworth, and Southey. Now don’t
be startled at the names of Shakespeare and Byron. Both these were great men, and their works are like themselves. You will know how to choose the good and avoid the evil; the finest
passages are always the purest, the bad are invariably revolting, you will never wish to read them over twice.”

“It is not violence that best overcomes hate — nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.”

“It seemed as if my tongue pronounced words without my will consenting to their utterance: something spoke out of me over which I had no control.”

“My bride is here… because my equal is here, and my likeness.”

“Reader, I married him.”

“School-rules, school-duties, school-habits and notions, and voices, and faces, and phrases, and costumes, and preferences, and antipathies — such was what I knew of existence.”

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

“The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”

“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.”

“This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of
departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.”

“Unlawful pleasure, trenching on another’s rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasure—its hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave

“What animal magnetism drew thee and me together—I know not.”

“Yesterday I saw Mr. Thackeray. He dined here with some other gentlemen. He is a very tall man — above six feet high, with a peculiar face — not handsome, very ugly indeed, generally
somewhat stern and satirical in expression, but capable also of a kind look. He was not told who I was, he was not introduced to me, but I soon saw him looking at me through his spectacles;
and when we all rose to go down to dinner he just stepped quietly up and said “Shake hands”; so I shook hands. He spoke very few words to me, but when he went away he shook hands again in a
very kind way. It is better, I should think, to have him for a friend than an enemy, for he is a most formidable-looking personage. I listened to him as he conversed with the other
gentlemen. All he says is most simple, but often cynical, harsh, and contradictory.”

“You ask about Queen Victoria’s visit to Brussels. I saw her for an instant flashing through the Rue Royale in a carriage and six, surrounded by soldiers. She was laughing and talking very
gaily. She looked a little stout, vivacious lady, very plainly dressed, not much dignity or pretension about her. The Belgians liked her very well on the whole. They said she enlivened the
sombre court of King Leopold, which is usually as gloomy as a conventicle.”