Charlotte Brontë

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Charlotte Brontë

21-Apr-1816

United Kingdom

Novelist

Charlotte Nicholls (21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855), commonly known by her maiden name Charlotte Brontë (, commonly ), was an English novelist and poet, and was the elder sister of Emily, Anne and Branwell Brontë. She is best known for her novel Jane Eyre, which was first published under the pseudonym Currer Bell. Jane Eyre was a great success on publication, and has since been acknowledged as a classic of English literature. Charlotte was the third of six siblings born to Maria Branwell and Patrick Brontë. Maria died when Charlotte was only five years old, and three years later, Charlotte was sent to the Clergy Daughters' School at Cowan Bridge in Lancashire, along with her three sisters, Maria, Elizabeth and Emily. Conditions at the school were appalling, with frequent outbreaks of disease. Charlotte's two elder sisters fell ill there and died shortly afterwards; Charlotte attributed he… Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlotte_Brontë

QUOTES BY Charlotte Brontë

I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!

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I can only say with deeper sincerity and fuller significance — what I have always said in theory — Wait God's will.

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If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.

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Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?

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I avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.

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We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair;We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age— Are they withered in the sod?

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But two miles more, and then we rest! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness of the West Will light us on our devious way; Sit then, awhile, here in this wood— So total is the solitude, We safely may delay.