Charlotte Bronte Quotes

I can be more cold than people would like me to be.

To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.

I'm not too big on feelings.

"Do you like him much?" "I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults." "Is he?" "All boys are." "More than girls?" "Very likely."

Nevertheless, she did not weep, because, for one thing, it would have made her eyes red, and another, it would be of very little use.

...there are two ways to meet life; you may refuse to care until indifference becomes a habit, a defensive armor, and you are safe - but bored. Or you can care greatly, live greatly, until life breaks you on its wheel.

Do you want to be a gentleman, to spite her or to gain her over? Because, if it is to spite her, I should think - but you know best - that might be better and more independently done by caring nothing for her words. And if it is to gain her over, I should think - but you know best - she was not worth gaining over.

A young woman is dead. I don’t care. You probably don’t care. The police don’t care. The papers don’t care. The punks for the most part don’t care. The only people that care are (I suppose) her parents and (I’m almost certain) the boy accused of murdering her.

I've gotten thicker skin mostly from being older. You just stop caring quite as much about everything.

detachment, n. Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.

Vex not thy spirit at the course of things; they heed not thy vexation. How ludicrous and outlandish is astonishment at anything that may happen in life.

The ultimate obscenity is not caring, not doing something about what you feel, not feeling! Just drawing back and drawing in; becoming narcissistic.

I gave up caring about anything, and all the problems disappeared.

I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.

You are the patient one, Mademoiselle,' said Poirot to Miss Debenham. She shrugged her shoulders slightly. 'What else can one do?' You are a philosopher, Mademoiselle.' That implies a detached attitude. I think my attitude is more selfish. I have learned to save myself useless emotion.

All passions that suffer themselves to be relished and digested are but moderate.

For you know that it's a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder.

Australians are decent people with the right instincts and they wish everybody well; but if all is not well, it is none of their business and they will not lose too much sleep over it. The shrug of the shoulders has become - only temporarily, I daresay - the national gesture of Australia.

A display of indifference to all the actions and passions of mankind was not supposed to be such a distinguished quality at that time, I think, as I have observed it to be considered since. I have known it very fashionable indeed. I have seen it displayed with such success, that I have encountered some fine ladies and gentlemen who might as well have been born caterpillars.

Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter.

Vex not thy spirit at the course of things, they heed not thy vexations

Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west. The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire.

Why don't you just ease up a little bit, just be professional. Maybe you're over-investing - maybe you're caring a little too much.