Anne Brontë

On all her breezes borne Earth yields no scents like those; But he, that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.

you would not have so nearly lost me — these scruples of false delicacy and pride would never thus have troubled you — you would have seen that the greatest worldly distinctions and discrepancies of rank, birth, and fortune are as dust in …

It is a troublesome thing this susceptibility to affronts where none are intended.

God is Infinite Wisdom, and Power, and Goodness — and Love; but if this idea is too vast for your human faculties — if your mind loses itself in its overwhelming infinitude, fix it on Him who condescended to take our nature upon Him, who …

It is deeds not words which must purchase my affection and esteem.

There's nothing like active employment to console the afflicted.

To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it must one day quit the nibbled leaf to soar aloft and flutter through the air, roving at will from flower to …

Increase of love brings increase of happiness, when it is mutual, and pure as that will be.

There is perfect love in heaven!

Never mind our kind friends: if they can part our bodies, it is enough; in God's name, let them not sunder our souls!

Don't you know that every time we meet the thoughts of the final parting will become more painful? Don't you feel that every interview makes us dearer to each other than the last?

He cannot endure Rachel, because he knows she has a proper appreciation of him.

It is never too late to reform, as long as you have the sense to desire it, and the strength to execute your purpose.

I'd rather be like myself, bad as I am.

"I shall expect my husband to have no pleasures but what he shares with me; and if his greatest pleasure of all is not the enjoyment of my company — why — it will be the worse for him — that's all." "If such are your expectations of …

You might as well sell yourself to slavery at once, as marry man you dislike.

And you thought to rob me of my son too, and bring him up to be a dirty Yankee tradesman, or a low, beggarly painter?" "Yes, to obviate his becoming such a gentleman as his father.

God will judge us by our own thoughts and deeds, not by what others say about us.

A hardness such as this is taught by rough experience and despair alone.

Though I hate him from my heart, and should rejoice at any calamity that could befall him, I'll leave him to God; and though I abhor my own life, I'll leave that, too, to Him that gave it.

I will not allow myself to be worse than my fellows.

Revenge! No — what good would that do? — it would make him no better, and me no happier.

Forgetfulness is not to be purchased with a wish; and I cannot bestow my esteem on all who desire it, unless they deserve it too.

God have mercy on his miserable soul! and make him see and feel his guilt — I ask no other vengeance! If he could but fully know and truly feel my wrongs I should be well avenged, and I could freely pardon all.