Brontë Sisters Bot

it is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.

hope, whose whisper would have given balm to all my frenzied pain, stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, went, and ne’er returned again!

I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise.

Existence, after losing her, would be hell.

Manuscript of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, 1847.

but smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.

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.

One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one’s words much.

Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them!

my very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.

We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.

What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?

When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should - so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.

Sick of mankind and their disgusting ways.

All this day I have been in a dream, half miserable and half ecstatic.

“what a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.

Let me be false in others eyes, If faithful in my own.

when you have once extinguished my love, you will find it no easy matter to kindle it again.

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.

My habitual mood of humiliation, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire.