21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855
On The Death Of Anne Brontë
You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourself, as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person's strength.
Charlotte Brontë (1816-1855), British novelist. Eliza Reed to her sister Georgiana, in Jane Eyre, ch. 21 (1847).
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after- flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
Charlotte Brontë (1816-1855), British novelist. Jane Eyre, ch. 4 (1847).
Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.
Charlotte Brontë (1816-55), British novelist. Jane Eyre, ch. 21 (1847). "Deglutition" means the action of swallowing [OED]...
30 Jan 2019 05:11
Where's is the poem called Retrospective? It's one of the best I've ever read, sad to see it's not here
18 Jan 2019 10:14
Reality at its best...love it. I like to feel a kick in the teeth once in awhile...bite hard when it hits you. There are lies, so soothing, and we are so gullible. Charlotte Bronte is an author whose truth is ours to construe.
06 Dec 2018 11:38
I love poetry........................................................