Author of quotes: Charlotte Bronte. Page 2

Strange this phenomenon, the internal law of sympathy, as well as premonitions and omens, she together form a single mystery, the key to which humanity has not yet found.

The reasoning of the senses can not explain. About love to interpret nothing.

Most are always other things to do besides read in other people's hearts and discover the omissions. If you want the secret to store easily.

Give me happiness, and I will make you happy.

I listened and sobbed convulsively. I not in forces was to repress his feelings. I was forced to give way to tears as desperation shook my being.

It seems to me that from my heart reaches strong to the same point in your little being.

Will not have time to get attached to some pleasant, quiet place, and some voice makes you stand up and withdraw from it, as the hour of rest has passed.

It has never caused me to themselves so frequently as these days, have never been kind to me, and - alas! - never had I so very much loved it!

It seemed that mutual affection swept us the gold Hoop of the world.

What seems a trifle, when we are healthy, weighs heavily on the heart at such moments as now.

And crazy kind of woman who allows a mystery of love to arise in your heart, for this love unrequited and unknown, must burn the soul, nourished it; and even if love was found and divided, it is like a wandering light, will lead you into a deep mire where there is no escape.

His presence in the room warmed me more than the brightest fire.

The day will come when you will face a narrow rocky gorge, where the river of life will turn into a roaring whirlpool, foaming and thundering; and then you will either break on sharp reefs or you will pick up saving the shaft and carry in a more peaceful place as he claimed me...

Not that I lost support, but waned some internal stimulus; no calm left in me, but disappeared the reasons for this tranquility.