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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5ebfb1e | Love your siblings. Love them well, for they are your blood, and when you are unsure,or times are difficult, they will be the ones to stand by your side. | Julia Quinn | ||
| dce575a | we both saw something we liked, a willingness to have no walls, or maybe just an unwillingness to keep them standing. | Ian Caldwell & Dustin Thomason | ||
| af0b510 | Work is love made plain, whether man's work or woman's work. | work | Susan Vreeland | |
| 744620d | Ex-act-ly, pre-cisely: with your usual acuteness, you have hit the nail straight on the head. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| b262e06 | And if I had loved him less I should have thought his accent and look of exultation savage; but, sitting by him, roused from the nightmare of parting- called to the paradise of union- I thought only of the bliss given to me to drink in so abundant a flow. Again and again he said, "Are you happy, Jane?" And again and again I answered, "Yes." | love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 82d6758 | Meantime, let me ask myself one question--Which is better?--To have surrendered to temptation; listened to passion; made no painful effort--no struggle;--but to have sunk down in the silken snare; fallen asleep on the flowers covering it; wakened in a southern clime, amongst the luxuries of a pleasure villa: to have been now living in France, Mr. Rochester's mistress; delirious with his love half my time--for he would--oh, yes, he would hav.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 6b7a608 | St. John's eyes, though clear enough in a literal sense, in a figurative one were difficult to fathom. He seemed to use them rather as instruments to search other people's thoughts, than as agents to reveal his own: the which combination of keenness and reserve was considerably more calculated to embarrass than to encourage. | eyes | Charlotte Brontë | |
| b0adf94 | Life, however, was yet in my possession; with all its requirements, and pains, and responsibilities. The burden must be carried, and want provided for, the suffering endured, the responsibility fulfilled. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 18e0b76 | I know that a stranger's hand will write to me next, to say that the good and faithful servant has been called at length into the joy of his Lord. And why weep for this? No fear of death will darken St. John's last hour: his mind will be unclouded; his heart will be undaunted; his hope will be sure; his faith steadfast. His own words are a pledge of this: "My Master," he says, "has forewarned me. Daily he announces more distinctly, 'Surely .. | inspirational religion | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 2a30ea1 | And I am a hard woman, -impossible to put off. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 2a075b1 | and she held out a pretty gold ring. 'Put it,' she said, 'on the fourth finger of my left hand, and I am yours and you are mine; and we shall leave Earth and make our own Heaven yonder.' | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| a5f33f2 | You would say you don't see it: at least I flatter myself I read as much in your eye (beware, by-the-by, what you express with that organ, I am quick at interpreting its language). | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 1709cd4 | Worn out with this torture of thought, I rose to my knees. Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night; too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us: and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipr.. | inspirational | Charlotte Brontë | |
| c05dd21 | I tell you I must go!" I retorted, roused to something like passion. "Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?--a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!--I have as much soul as you,--and full as muc.. | emotions feelings jane-eyre | Charlotte Brontë | |
| f5d9105 | I believed in the existence of other and more vivid kinds of goodness, and what I believed in I wished to behold. Who blames me? Many, no doubt: and I shall be called discontented. I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes. Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third story, backwards and forwards, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind's eye to dwel.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 71dfda5 | Alas, Experience! | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 48642b1 | There is one in this tribe too often miserable - a child bereaved of both parents. None cares for this child: she is fed sometimes, but oftener forgotten: a hut rarely receives her: the hollow tree and chill cavern are her home. Forsaken, lost, and wandering, she lives more with the wild beast and bird than with her own kind. Hunger and cold are her comrades: sadness hovers over, and solitude besets her round. Unheeded and unvalued, she sho.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| b42ff8e | I will attire my Jane in satin and lace, and she shall have roses in her hair and I will cover the head I love best with a priceless veil.' 'And then you won't know me, sir, and I shall not be your Jane Eyre any longer, but an ape in a harlequin's jacket, -a jay in borrowed plumes. I would as soon see you, Mr. Rochester, tricked out in stage-trappings, as myself clad in a court-lady's robe; and I don't call you handsome,sir, though I love y.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 4b11924 | I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they had nor could have sympathy with anything in me... | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| fcb0d70 | The standard heroes and heroines of novels, are personages in whom I could never, from childhood upwards, take an interest, believe to be natural, or wish to imitate: were I obliged to copy these characters, I would simply -- not write at all. Were I obliged to copy any former novelist, even the greatest, even Scott, in anything , I would not write -- Unless I have something of my own to say, and a way of my own to say it in, I have no busi.. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 857ca32 | The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle. | emmanuel energy faraway-love lucy-snow separation villette | Charlotte Brontë | |
| d49320d | This pure little drop from a pure little source was too sweet: it penetrated deep, and subdued the heart | heart sweet tear | Charlotte Brontë | |
| ecb2519 | I often think it would be such luxury to go mad, and not have to worry about anything. Others would have to worry for me, about me. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| b90b8d2 | EVERY ATOM OF YOUR FLESH IS AS DEAR TO ME AS MY OWN: IN PAIN AND SICKNESS IT WOULD STILL BE DEAR." Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre" | Chance Carter | ||
| 4a05620 | I was not heroic enough to purchase liberty at the price of caste. | liberty | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 3f5c53b | It was time to assume ascendency. powers were in-play and in force. I told him to forbear question or remark; I desired him to leave me: I must and would be alone. He obeyed at once. Where there is energy to command well enough, obedience never fails. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e0ab92e | There was is Arthur Nicholls much to recommend him to Charlotte Bronte, not least of which was the disparity between surface and soul, and it might be argued that Mr. Nicholls was the hidden gem of the two. Behind a veneer of quiet, ladylike demeanor, Charlotte concealed an acerbic mind and ruthlessly harsh opions on the weaknesses of the human species. Arthur, on the other hand, was the blustery, bigoted sort who could barely open his mout.. | Juliet Gael | ||
| 4b066a1 | Jane! Mr. Rochester! | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 5e9b2f0 | You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it. You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, .. | love | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 76294f2 | What gentlemen say and what they think are two different things. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 8282567 | He wasn't a gentleman and there was no telling what men would do when they weren't gentlemen. There was no standard to judge them by. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| c0eab14 | There's just as much money to be made in the wreck of a civilization as in the upbuilding of one. | money truth wreck | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 0d87621 | It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything. | death father-daughter rhett-to-scarlett | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 9faafdd | A startling thought this, that a woman could handle business matters as well or better than a man, a revolutionary thought to Scarlett who had been reared in the tradition that men were omniscient and women none too bright. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 97bde9f | dht ywm swf 'f`l w'qwl kl m 'ryd f`lh wqwlh, wdh lm ystHsn lns dhlk fn~ ln 'bl~. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f2cd57f | Why be an ostrich? | rhett-butler rhett-butler-to-scarlett | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 1f34ea6 | Indeed? Well, I shall bring you presents so long as it pleases me and so long as I see things that will enhance your charms. I shall bring you dark-green watered silk for a frock to match the bonnet. And I warn you that I am not kind. I am tempting you with bonnets and bangles and leading you into a pit. Always remember I never do anything without reason and I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid. | scarlett-o-hara | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 5de9fa9 | Ashley watched her go and saw her square her small shoulders as she went. And that gesture went to his heart, more than any words she had spoken. | faith gone-with-the-wind hardship scarlett-o-hara | Margaret Mitchell | |
| f1a3718 | Any man who was fool enough to fall for a simper, a faint and an 'Oh how wonderful you are!' wasn't worth having. But they all seemed to like it. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 2a10d88 | And if we folks have a motto, it's this: 'Don't holler -- smile and bide your time.' We've survived a passel of things that way, smiling and biding our time, and we've gotten to be experts at surviving. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 3286c2a | Throughout the South for fifty years there would be bitter-eyed women who looked backward, to dead times, to dead men, evoking memories that hurt and were futile, bearing poverty with bitter pride because they had those memories. But Scarlett was never to look back. She gazed at the blackened stones and, for the last time, she saw Twelve Oaks rise before her eyes as it had once stood, rich and proud, symbol of a race and a way of living. Th.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| b36a876 | I wonder if they know they are fighting for a cause that was lost the minute the first shot as fired. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 4de0666 | They were the eyes of a happy woman, a woman around whom storms might blow without ever ruffling the serene core of her being. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| ff40c11 | Yes, Melanie had been there that day with a sword in her small hand, ready to do battle for her. And now, as Scarlett looked sadly back, she realized that Melanie had always been there beside her with a sword in her hand, unobtrusive as her own shadow, loving her, fighting for her with blind passionate loyalty, fighting Yankees, fire, hunger, poverty, public opinion and even her beloved blood kin. Scarlett felt her courage and self-confiden.. | Margaret Mitchell |