Anne Bronte

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.

If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them - not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone.

Beauty is that quality which, next to money, is generally the most attractive to the worst kinds of men; and, therefore, it is likely to entail a great deal of trouble on the possessor.

I love the silent hour of night For blissful dreams may then ariseRevealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

No generous mind delights to oppress the weak, but rather to cherish and protect.

It is a woman's nature to be constant - to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever - bless them, dear creatures!

The best compliment to a mother is to appreciate her little one.

It seems as if life and hope must cease together.

I would not send a poor girl into the world, ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself .

Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them; and if such an occasion should never present itself, comfort your mind with this reflection: that, though in single life your joys may not be very many, your sorrows, at least, will not be more than you can bear.

I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other.

But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.

I would not send a poor girl into the world, ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself.

You cannot expect stone to be as pliable as clay.

She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.

Adoration isn't love.

But he that dares not grasp the thorn. Should never crave the rose.

A man must have something to grumble about; and if he can't complain that his wife harries him to death with her perversity and ill-humour, he must complain that she wears him out with her kindness and gentleness.

There is always a "but" in this imperfect world.

A light wind swept over the corn and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

Oh I am very weary Though tears no longer flow My eyes are tired of weeping My heart is sick of woe.

All our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthens by exercise: therefore, if you choose to use the bad, or those which tend to evil till they become your masters, and neglect the good till they dwindle away, you have only yourself to blame.

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.

A girls affections should never be won unsought.

There is always a 'but' in this imperfect world.

It is not money my aunt thinks about. She knows better than to value worldly wealth above its price.