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“What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?”
― Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey

“What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.”
― Anne bronte, Agnes Grey

“He had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough.”
― Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey

“The human heart is like india-rubber; a little swells it, but a great deal will not burst it. If "little more than nothing will disturb it, little less than all things will suffice" to break it. As in the outer members of our frame, there is a vital power inherent in itself that strengthens it against external violence. Every blow that shakes it will serve to harden it against a future stroke; as constant labour thickens the skin of the hand, and strengthens its muscles instead of wasting them away: so that a day of arduous toil, that might excoriate a lady's palm, would make no sensible impression on that of a hardy ploughman.”
― Anne Bronte, Agnes Grey

“Oh, they have robbed me of the hope. My spirit held so dear; They will not let me hear that voice My soul delights to hear.

They will not let me see that face I so delight to see; And they have taken all thy smiles. And all thy love from me.”
― Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey

“Then, it was by my own will that I had got the place, I had brought all this tribulation on myself, and I was determined to bear it; nay, more than that, I did not even regret the step I had taken, and I longed to show my friends that, even now, I was competent to undertake the charge, and able to acquit myself honourably to the end; and, if ever I felt degrading to submit so quietly, or intolerable to toil so constantly, I would turn towards my home, and say within myself -
"They may crush, but they shall not subdue me;
'Tis of thee that I think, not of them.”
― Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey

“Pero nuestros deseos son como la yesca: el pedernal y el acero de las circunstancias están continuamente lanzando chispas, que se desvanecen inmediatamente, a menos que caigan por casualidad sobre la yesca de nuestros deseos; luego, instantáneamente se encienden, y la llama de la esperanza se enciende en un momento.”
― Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey

“Is it not possible that God may hear my prayers, disperse these gloomy shadows, and grant me some beams of heaven's sunshine yet?" - (Agnes Grey)”
― Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey