...and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it...
Charlotte BrontëIt is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.
Charlotte BrontëThis harsh little man — this pitiless censor — gathers up all your poor scattered sins of vanity, your luckless chiffon of rose- color, your small fringe of a wreath, your small scrap of ribbon, your silly bit of lace, and calls you to account for the lot, and for each item. You are well habituated to be passed by as a shadow in Life's sunshine: it its a new thing to see one testily lifting his hand to screen his eyes, because you tease him with an obtrusive ray.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés charlotte-brontë villette
Who told you I was called Carl David?" "A little bird, Monsieur." "Does it fly from me to you? Then one can tie a message under its wing when needful.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés charlotte-bronte villette
Having thus acknowledged what I owe those who have aided and approved me, I turn to another class; a small one, so far as I know, but not, therefore, to be overlooked. I mean the timorous or carping few who doubt the tendency of such books as “Jane Eyre:” in whose eyes whatever is unusual is wrong; whose ears detect in each protest against bigotry—that parent of crime—an insult to piety, that regent of God on earth. I would suggest to such doubters certain obvious distinctions; I would remind them of certain simple truths.
Charlotte BrontëThis night is not calm; the equinox still struggles in its storms. The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud disparts and rolls away from heaven, not passing and leaving a sea all sapphire, but tossed buoyant before a continued, long-sounding, high-rushing moonlight tempest. The Moon reigns glorious, glad of the gale, as glad as if she gave herself to his fierce caress with love. No Endymion will watch for his goddess tonight. there are no flocks out on the mountains; and it is well, for to-night she welcomes Aeolus.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés nature romance melancholy charlotte-brontë charlotte-bronte shirley
Si poate ca si el avusese dreptate, cunoscandu-se cum se cunoastea, sa se abtina de la orice promisiune. E adevarat ca ma poftise sa fac un experiment si sa-l pun pe el la incercare. [...] Un privilegiu extraordinar, de care insa nu ma puteam folosi. Vor fi existand poate femei care se bucura de aceasta onoare. Dar nimic in puterile si instinctele mele nu ma plasa si pe mine printre ele. Lasata singura deveneam pasiva, apatica; odata respinsa, preferam sa ma retrag; iar daca eram uitata, buzele mele n-aveau sa murmure niciodata vreo vorba si nici ochii mei nu i-ar fi adresat vreo privire, spre a ma face amintita.
Charlotte BrontëMi-am amintit de doctorul John, de calda mea afectiune pentru el, de increderea mea in marile lui calitati, de bucuria cu care ma invaluia frumusetea sa sufleteasca. Ce devenise aceasta prietenie, care era acum jumatate fiinta vie si jumatate marmura, numai de o parte adevar pur si de partea cealalta poate numai o gluma?
Murise oare cu adevarat sentimentul acesta? Nu stiu cu exactitate, insa era ingropat. [...]
Ma pripisem oare? Ma intrebam asta adesea [...] Dar, in timp, am invatat ca nimic din aceasta bunatate, aceasta cordialitate, aceasta muzica, nimic din toate astea nu-mi era adresat. Faceau parte din fiinta lui, erau mierea firii lui, blestemul fapturii sale- le impartea in jur asa cum fructul copt rasplateste cu dulceata lui albina ratacitoare, le raspandea in jur asa cum florile isi daruiesc mireasma. Oare nectarul iubeste cu adevarat albina sau pasarea careia i se daruieste? Oare macesul e cu adevarat indragostit de vazduhul din jur?
I had already gained the door; but, reader, I walked back--walked back as determinedly as I had retreated. I knelt down by him; I turned his face from the cushion to me; I kissed his cheek; I smoothed his hair with my hand.
"God bless you, my dear master!" I said. "God keep you from harm and wrong--direct you, solace you--reward you well for your past kindness to me.
Human life and human labour were near. I must struggle on: strive to live and bend to toil like the rest.
Charlotte BrontëMots clés inspirational humanity society life-and-living working
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