Brontë Sisters

Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë were sisters and writers from the 19th century whose novels have become classics.

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

My Darling Pain that wounds and sears
And wrings a blessing out from tears
By deadening me to real cares;

Plead for Me, Emily Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

XVIII
No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior.

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

Thou art my intimate delight—

Plead for Me, Emily Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

I’m mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

Statue of the Brontë sisters at the Brontë Parsonage Museum in Haworth, England.

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

Wilt thou my advocate be dumb?

Plead for Me, Emily Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

The Letters of Charlotte Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

There’s little joy in life for me,

On the Death of Anne Brontë, Charlotte Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee?

Remembrance, Emily Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

Then did I check the tears of useless passion—
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.

Remembrance, Emily Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

#OnThisDay in 1820, Anne Brontë, author of “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall”, was born.

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

Let grief distract the sufferer's breast,
And night obscure his way;
They hasten him to endless rest,
And everlasting day.

A Day Dream, Emily Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

“I am not an angel,” I asserted; “and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.”

Jane Eyre

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

And am I wrong to worship where
Faith cannot doubt nor Hope despair,
Since my own soul can grant my prayer?

Plead for Me, Emily Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

Adoration isn’t love.

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Brontë

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

First pages of Charlotte Brontë’s manuscript for “Something About Arthur”.

[Brontë Sisters @thebrontesbot]

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë