Charlotte Bronte Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway.

  Charlotte Bronte

  Flower, Night, June

  Charlotte Bronte (2016). “Jane Eyre (World Classics, Unabridged)”, p.286, Vij Books India Pvt Ltd

• I had not seen "Pride and Prejudice," till I read that sentence of yours, and then I got the book. And what did I find? An accurate daguerreotyped portrait of a common-place face; a carefully fenced, highly cultivated garden, with neat borders and delicate flowers; but no glance of a bright, vivid physiognomy, no open country, no fresh air, no blue hill, no bonny beck. I should hardly like to live with her ladies and gentlemen, in their elegant but confined houses.

  Charlotte Bronte

  Country, Flower, Book

• I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.

  Charlotte Bronte

  Flower, Hands, Wish

  Charlotte Bronte (2016). “Villette”, p.327, Xist Publishing

• My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hillside her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best-loved was – liberty.

  Charlotte Bronte

  Flower, Eden, Rose

• In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life—November seasons of disaster, when a man's hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect.

  Charlotte Bronte

  Cheer, Flower, Home

  Charlotte Bronte (2010). “Shirley and The Professor”, p.666, Everyman's Library

• Great pains were taken to hide chains with flowers

  Charlotte Bronte

  Pain, Flower, Taken

  Charlotte Bronte (2016). “Villette”, p.126, Xist Publishing

• All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush, the gloom, the quaintness of these retreats in the day; but I by no means coveted a night's repose on one of those wide and heavy beds: shut in, some of them, with doors of oak; shaded, others, with wrought old-English hangings crusted with thick work, portraying effigies of strange flowers, and stranger birds, and strangest human beings, all which would have looked strange, indeed, by the pallid gleam of moonlight.

  Charlotte Bronte

  Memories, Flower, Mean

  Charlotte Bronte, Emily Bronte, Anne Bronte (2009). “The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.90, Penguin

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