Author of quotes: Charlotte Bronte. Page 4

Dream, you've overtaken us
In our early, radiant hour.

You tell me, fairy, can't you use any magic potions or something like that to turn me into a handsome man?
No potion will not help here, sir.
And mentally I added, "the Only magic that will work is a loving heart. And for him you are quite beautiful. Or rather - your the severity is more captivating than any beauty."

You could fly in and cling to my heart, if I wanted to. But, captured against their will, you're slipping from my hand, disappear as the fragrance, not allowing me to even touch it.

The mind sits firmly in the saddle and holding the reins, he will not allow the senses to break free and inspire him into the abyss. Let wildly raging passion, raw heathens, in essence, let the desire of the promise to many worldly pleasures is the last word in every argument will be for common sense as a decisive voice in every decision. Whether a hurricane, earthquake or fire - I'm still going to follow the counsel that quiet voice which interprets the dictates of conscience.

I was scared that the dog I was hit or kicked, suddenly looked at me with human eyes and cursed me in a human voice...

To make you understand how my spirit now like prison, where you do not get any light, and only the fear in chains clinging in the corner, fear that you will convince me to take that I don't do this.

I loved him so much! So much so that you couldn't Express, so much that it does not have the words.

I was close to complete despair. Only remnants of respect kept me on the edge of the abyss. In the eyes of the world, I was doubtless covered with dishonor, but to his own conscience I was clean, because it was aside from her life of crime and vicious passions.

And here the precious plate ended up on my lap, and Bessie gently persuaded me to eat lying on her treat. Futile generosity! It came too late, as many of the gifts that we crave and which we have long denied!

Oh, that gentleness! How it is more powerful than force!

Oh, God I'm ready to give my heart. But you don't need it.

I didn't want to keep his vanity, which was, incidentally, his weak side, but, as an exception, for some reason, I was ready to flatter him.

When you don't know what to fill the day, divide it into parts, each part do something, don't just sit there and quarter of an hour, ten minutes, five minutes, enjoy every moment, do thee planned methodically, with stern regularity, and the day will pass so quickly that you will not notice how it ended. And you won't have to depend on someone and wait to have helped you to spend some time. You don't have to search no companies, no talking, no sympathy, no support - in a word, you're going to live, how to live an independent entity.

In the flickering candlelight was, I think, more soul than these smiles; the ringing of the bell was more meaningful than the laughter.