Anne Brontë Quotes

British novelist and poet (1820-1849)

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Anne Brontë (17 January 1820 – 28 May 1849) was a British novelist and poet, the youngest sibling of Charlotte and Emily Brontë, who published her works under the pseudonyms Acton Bell. The three women collectively became known as the Brontë sisters.

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Pen Names: Acton Bell

Alternative Names: Ann Brontë • Anne Bronte • Ann Bronte • Annie Bronte

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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. Marriage may change your circumstances for the better, but, in my private opinion, it is far more likely to produce a contrary result.

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.

Chess-players are so unsociable, they are no company for any but themselves.

If you had no higher motive than the approval of your fellow mortal, it would do you little good.

I sometimes think she has no feeling at all; and then I go on till she cries — and that satisfies me.

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

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.