Anne Bronte

"To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of Heaven is as if the groveling caterpillar should lament that it must one day quit the nibbled leaf to soar aloft and flutter through the air, roving at will from flower to flower, sipping sweet honey from their cups, or basking in their sunny petals."

- Anne Bronte

"If you would have your son walk honorably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them — not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone."

- Anne Bronte

"If you would have your son to walk honorably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path but teach him to walk firmly over them—not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone."

- Anne Bronte

"Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe."

- Anne Bronte

"Oh, I am very weary, / Though tears no longer flow; / My eyes are tired of weeping, / My heart is sick of woe."

- Anne Bronte

"All our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthens by exercise."

- Anne Bronte

"I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise."

- Anne Bronte

"If you would have your son to walk honorably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path but teach him to walk firmly over them—not insist upon leading him by the hand but let him learn to go alone."

- Anne Bronte

"His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind."

- Anne Bronte

"I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes."

- Anne Bronte

"A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine."

- Anne Bronte