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Charlotte Brontë: Here’s my novel about a young governess who falls in love with a charming asshole edgelord who keeps his wife in the attic

Emily Brontë: Here’s my novel about a tragic orphan and a young lady who torture each other and call it love

Anne Brontë: Here’s my novel about a woman who leaves an abusive marriage and nabs herself a hot young Yorkshire sheepfarmer who Treats Her Right

Me: Oh thank God, at least one of you is sensible.

I am never not thinking about the fact that Edward Fairfax Rochester had the audacity to dress in drag as a low rent fortune teller, harass his guests, find out if his crush likes him and in the end it actually kind of works

[” – Men’s letters are proverbially uninteresting and uncommunicative – ”]

Charlotte Brontë, in a letter to Ellen Nussey, dated 7 November 1854

found Villette at a local bookstore and almost had a heart attack ! it was only $12 too

it's nice to see not all bookstores have been so heavily affected by mainstream books, I'm definitely going back there

— charlotte brontë

Oh, how my heart shrank back to thee,

Then I felt how fast thy ties had bound me.

Charlotte Bronte

𝑳𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂 𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒐, 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒆́𝒍

— 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒐̈𝒏𝒕𝒆

Just read this in Jane Eyre:

Breakfast was over and none had breakfasted.

The modern equivalent of 'Christmas isn't Christmasing this year.'

Reading my first Charlotte Brontë book.

These are some of my favourite classic female authors.

Two of them are czech, as you can see. The first one is Květa Legátová who wrote Želary and Jozova Hanule. The film Želary, based on Jozova Hanule (i know, the situation with the names is kind of messy), was nominated for the Oscars in the early 2000's.

The second one is Gabriela Preissová who was a czech writer and playwriter and two of her best known plays are Její pastorkyňa and Gazdina roba.

Both of them wrote about women and their lives. Gabriela is realistic writer and Květa is very poetic.

Especially Květa Legátová is just brilliant and I think that it should be possible to find a copy of her books translated into English. If you find it, read it. Please. I need people to know about her.

favourite female authors | requested by @shirewalker

I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering heights

I want it to be October again

Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

“reader, i married him” my sister in christ he locked his first wife in the attic

“His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me I entered bliss.”

– Villette, Charlotte Brontë

I love this quote. But at the same time - EXCUSE ME? I’m going half crazy with the fact that Charlotte Brontë DOES NOT think happiness is a potato, EVEN THOUGH she came to Belgium in 1842, where - SINCE THE LATE 17TH CENTURY - they were already making FRIES (aside from the whole France vs. Belgium as the inventors of fried potatoes dispute).

Ma’am? EXCUSE ME?

Maybe that’s why Lucy got sick of loneliness. A walk in the garden is a wonderful thing, but what would be a better balm on your achy heart??! Watching the bees buzzing around or EATING SOME TASTY DELICIOUS FRIED POTATOES?

Well. That’s the end of my crash out. Lunch?

“Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.”

– Villette, Charlotte Brontë

“Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.”

– Villette, Charlotte Brontë

“How often, while women and girls sit warm at snug firesides, their hearts and imaginations are doomed to divorce from the comfort surrounding their persons, forced out by night to wander through dark ways, to dare stress of weather, to contend with the snow-blast, to wait at lonely gates and stiles in wildest storms, watching and listening to see and hear the father, the son, the husband coming home.”

– Vilette, Charlotte Brontë

“He asked me, smiling, why I cared for his letter so very much. I thought, but did not say, that I prized it like the blood in my veins.”

– Villette, Charlotte Brontë

━━ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞

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I’ll never forgive my mom for introducing me to Jane Eyre at the ripe age of 12 because now there’s irreversible damage

any female born after 1830 can't cook...all they know is brontë sisters, pad they bustle, ill-fitted corsets, get tuberculosis, and die.

quarantine is making bertha rochester a much more relatable character, ngl

rochester trying to justify himself to jane