Iris

“But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself?”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“Yes Mrs Reed, to you i owe some fearful pangs of mental suffering, but i ought to forgive you, for you knew not what you did while rendering my heart strings, you thought you were only uprooting your bad propensities.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre / Les Hauts de Hurle-Vent / Agnes Grey

“I have no objection whatever to your representing me as a little eccentric, since you and your learned friends would have it so; only don't set me on in my fury to burning hearthrugs, sawing the backs off chairs, and tearing my wife's silk gowns... Had I been numbered amongst the calm, concentric men of the world, I should not have been as I now am, and I should in all probability never have had such children as mine have been.”
― Patrick Brontë

“[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre