Anne Brontë

If you loved as I do, she earnestly replied, you would not have so nearly lost me — these scruples of false delicacy and pride would never thus have troubled you — you would have seen that the greatest worldly distinctions and discrepancies of rank, birth, and fortune are as dust in the balance compared with the unity of accordant thoughts and feelings, and truly loving, sympathising hearts and souls.

God is Infinite Wisdom, and Power, and Goodness — and Love; but if this idea is too vast for your human faculties — if your mind loses itself in its overwhelming infinitude, fix it on Him who condescended to take our nature upon Him, who was raised to heaven even in His glorified human body, in whom the fullness of the Godhead shines.

Increase of love brings increase of happiness, when it is mutual, and pure as that will be.

It is deeds not words which must purchase my affection and esteem.

He cannot endure Rachel, because he knows she has a proper appreciation of him.

Never mind our kind friends: if they can part our bodies, it is enough; in God's name, let them not sunder our souls!

There's nothing like active employment to console the afflicted.

It is a troublesome thing this susceptibility to affronts where none are intended.

To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of heaven, is as if the grovelling 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.

There is perfect love in heaven!

Don't you know that every time we meet the thoughts of the final parting will become more painful? Don't you feel that every interview makes us dearer to each other than the last?

I'd rather be like myself, bad as I am.