Anne Brontë Quotes

British novelist and poet (1820-1849)

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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It is a woman's nature to be constant — to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever.

I ever give a thought to another, you may well spare it, for those fancies are here and gone like a flash of lightning, while my love for you burns on steadily, and for ever, like the sun.

He knows he is my sun, but when he chooses to withhold his light, he would have my sky to be all darkness; he cannot bear that I should have a moon to mitigate the deprivation.

To wheedle and coax is safer than to command.

The greater the happiness that nature sets before me, the more I lament that he is not here to taste it: the greater the bliss we might enjoy together, the more I feel our present wretchedness apart.

If your wife gives you her heart, you must take it, thankfully, and use it well, and not pull it in pieces, and laugh in her face, because she cannot snatch it away.

It is quite possible to be a good Christian without ceasing to be a happy, merry-hearted man.

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.

Of him to whom less is given, less will be required, but our utmost exertions are required of us all.

The more you loved your God the more deep and pure and true would be your love to me.

I think your piety one of your greatest charms; but then, like all other good things, it may be carried too far. To my thinking, a woman's religion ought not to lessen her devotion to her earthly lord. She should have enough to purify and etherealise her soul, but not enough to refine away her heart, and raise her above all human sympathies.

Since I love him so much, I can easily forgive him for loving himself.

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

I do believe a young lady can't be too careful who she marries.

I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other; besides, I like to enjoy my life at all sides and ends, which cannot be done by one that suffers himself to be the slave of a single propensity.