Charlotte Bronte Quotes

No one feels another's grief.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

I thought you'd like it," he said, seeming hurt. "You look very pretty.

Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down.

But there is a discomfort that surrounds grief. It makes even the most well-intentioned people unsure of what to say. And so many of the freshly bereaved end up feeling even more alone.

Solitude is pleasant. Loneliness is not.

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.

Knowing that you're the one who's been rejected, God it makes you feel isolated. I defy anybody not to be a bit upset. I felt as though I'd walked into the house trailing all this baggage.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

I was a very sad little girl.

Certain things will always hurt: rejection, or loss.

Sometimes when you have lost, you don't want to speak to anybody.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

I think cruelty is just loneliness disguised as bitterness.

It is difficult to live among people because silence is so difficult.

So it is that Lonely Places attract as many lonely people as they produce, and the loneliness we see in them is partly in ourselves.

My greatest affliction... is perhaps the major theme of my writings, the affliction of loneliness that follows me like a shadow, a very ponderous shadow too heavy to drag after me all of my days and nights.

Tears do not burn except in solitude.

Every now and then, I’d meet a guy and think that we were getting along great, and suddenly I’d stop hearing from him. Not only did he stop calling, but if I happened to bump into him sometime later he always acted like I had the plague. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t. And it bothered me. It hurt me. With time, it got harder and harder to keep blaming the guys, and I eventually came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with me. That maybe I was simply meant to live my life alone.

Laugh and the world laughs with you; cry -- and the world laughs harder.

Are you alone?" So that's what this call was about. For some reason, the question made my throat tighten. "No," I said, "Elvis is here. Would you like to talk to him?

It's terrible to lose somebody, but it's also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that's got to be so much worse.

If we have no friends, we have no pleasure; and if we have them, we are sure to lose them, and be doubly pained by the loss.