Charlotte Bronte Quotes

He fell in love with himself at first sight, and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Self-love seems so often unrequited.

Personally, I think getting obsessed with yourself is the most dangerous thing.

Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.

I play a man who is obsessed with his own beauty, so it's perfect casting.

You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.

The ring always believes that the finger lives for it.

To be in love is not the same as loving. You can be in love with a woman and still hate her.

But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

True debauchery is liberating because it creates no obligations. In it you possess only yourself, hence it remains the favorite pastime of the great lovers of their own person.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

I don't dream about anyone - except myself

The in-love experience does not focus on our own growth or on the growth and development of the other person. Rather, it gives us the sense that we have arrived and that we do not need further growth.

Menny think tha luv their husbands almost tew deth, when in fack, tha are only jealous ov them.

Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

Vanity in its idler moments is benevolent, is as willing to give pleasure as to take it, and accepts as sufficient reward for its services a kind word or an approving smile.

I brought a mirror to Lovers' Lane. I told everybody I'm Narcissus.

Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.

You may have married her, but she is mine. Do you think I shall let you take her? She may be ten times your wife, but, by God, you shall never have her.

Be happy, honey. No one deserves it more. But don't forget... I'm keeping one little piece of your heart for myself. And if you ever want it back.. .you know where to find it.

He who is enamored of himself will at least have the advantage of being inconvenienced by few rivals.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

Vanity is so constantly solicitous of self, that even where its own claims are not interested, it indirectly seeks the aliment which it loves, by showing how little is deserved by others.

A man's own vanity is a swindler that never lacks for a dupe.

What's wrong with this egotism? If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are wonders, how is all life to become important to him?