Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.
Charlotte BronteBut afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself?
Charlotte BronteA beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.
Charlotte Bronte'I wish I had only offered you a sovereign instead of ten pounds. Give me back nine pounds, Jane; I’ve a use for it.' 'And so have I, sir,' I returned, putting my hands and my purse behind me. 'I could not spare the money on any account.' 'Little niggard!' said he, 'refusing me a pecuniary request! Give me five pounds, Jane.' 'Not five shillings, sir; nor five pence.' 'Just let me look at the cash.' 'No, sir; you are not to be trusted.'
Charlotte Bronte