deliriaforbooks:

Favorite Authors [4, 5 - ?] ― Emily and Charlotte Brönte

“Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.”  ― Charlotte Brontë

backfromthedeadred:

Life on the Moors | A mix for the Brontë sisters: Charlotte, Emily, and Anne.

Opening: Life on the Moors // Dario Marianelli (Instrumental)
Charlotte: Winter Fields // Bat for Lashes | Loud and Clear // Unwoman | Nowhere to Go // Lisa Hannigan | Our Farewell // Within Temptation
Interlude: The Cellae // Jonna Enckell (Instrumental)
Emily: Shalott // Emilie Autumn | Ash Tree Lane // MS MR | The Moths Are Real // Serafina Steer | Fear and Loathing // Marina & the Diamonds
Interlude: 4 o’clock Reprise // Emilie Autumn (Instrumental)
Anne: Father Father // Susanne Sundfør | Morning Light // Priscilla Hernandez | The Rose // Sarah Slean | Eva // Nightwish
Closing: The Moors // Ruth Barrett (Instrumental)

backfromthedeadred:

Life on the MoorsA mix for the Brontë sisters: Charlotte, Emily, and Anne.

Opening: Life on the Moors // Dario Marianelli (Instrumental)

Charlotte: Winter Fields // Bat for Lashes | Loud and Clear // Unwoman | Nowhere to Go // Lisa Hannigan | Our Farewell // Within Temptation

Interlude: The Cellae // Jonna Enckell (Instrumental)

Emily: Shalott // Emilie Autumn | Ash Tree Lane // MS MR | The Moths Are Real // Serafina Steer | Fear and Loathing // Marina & the Diamonds

Interlude: 4 o’clock Reprise // Emilie Autumn (Instrumental)

Anne: Father Father // Susanne Sundfør | Morning Light // Priscilla Hernandez | The Rose // Sarah Slean | Eva // Nightwish

Closing: The Moors // Ruth Barrett (Instrumental)

1. You have one dream, and it is very small, and everyone around you wants to crush it.

2. Your grandest ambition is to open a small school with four chairs and three well-behaved students, and to someday own a vase with a flower in it, and perhaps to have a second dress.

3. You take that part about the second dress back; you dare not fly so close to the sun, lest Icarus-like, your wings are singed.

4. You have just been walking in the rain, and everyone who raised you is dead, and you are glad.

5. A beautiful and shallow woman that you hate is your best friend for reasons you cannot explain. The more she demands your respect and esteem, the more cruelly you withhold it, which drives her wild. She mocks your station in public; you criticize her morals in private. You suspect her of being Catholic. One night you share a bed and have a fever dream together. She marries a terrible man and sends you fat letters stuffed with passion and longing.

6. Someone compares you to a sparrow. Someone compares your best friend to a scarlet-breasted robin. Someone compares the man you secretly love to a hawk or a crow.

7. None of your pupils are interested in Latin. Your pupils are scatterbrained monsters.

8. You have an enemy who claims to love you. You are competent at embroidering, but not accomplished.

9. You draw horrifying shipwrecks and lightning-ruined oak trees in your spare time. You have never danced, not even once, not even in your dreams.

10. You never tell anyone anything.

11. Someone you have never met has died and left you 20 pounds; you are the richest woman in the world and no man is your master now. You quit your soul-crushing job and move into a cottage. The cottage has whitewashed walls and a small chair for you to sit in; you have never dreamed of so much happiness.

12. You went to France once. You didn’t think much of it.

13. Something has been forbidden to you.

14. You know a man with easily excitable features and very dark whiskers. The two of you argue frequently over points of theology and may very well be in love. He handed you a flower once, and you have never forgotten it.

15. You have a terrible violence in your heart.

"Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy."
— Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre.

lizziedarcys:

I wanted to do a Brontë challenge/meme, but I couldn’t find one - so I made up one for myself to do. And by ‘made up,’ I mean ‘slightly adapted the 30 day Jane Austen challenge.’

  • Favourite Brontë sister
  • Favourite female character
  • Favourite male character
  • Favourite book
  • Favourite quote from the books
  • Favourite moment(s) in the books
  • Favourite adaptation or modernisation
  • Favourite Brontë couple
  • Least favourite Brontë couple
  • Least favourite book
  • Least favourite female character
  • Least favourite male character
  • Least favourite adaptation or modernisation
  • A moment that made you smile while reading
  • A moment that made you mad while reading
  • Favourite supporting character
  • Favourite female casting decision
  • Favourite male casting decision
  • Favourite quote from the films
  • Favourite moment in the films
  • Favourite character backstory or secret
  • Favourite character connection (e.g., Jane and St. John being cousins; Helen Huntingdon & Frederick Lawrence etc.)
  • Character you most relate to

rrozabelikov:

Volume I & Volume II

I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I’m going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.

priestess-of-avalon:

Literature meme - [2/2] Deaths - Catherine Earnshaw-Linton (Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë)
'May she wake in torment!' he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. 'Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! Icannot live without my soul!’

priestess-of-avalon:

Literature meme - [2/2] Deaths - Catherine Earnshaw-Linton (Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë)

'May she wake in torment!' he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. 'Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! cannot live without my life! Icannot live without my soul!’

the-library-and-step-on-it:

A letter from Charlotte Brontë to Henry Nussey (5 March 1839), in which she turned down his marriage proposal.

"Before answering your letter, I might have spent a long time in consideration of its subject; but as from the first moment of its reception and perusal I determined on which course to pursue, it seemed to me that delay was wholly unnecessary. You are aware that I have many reasons to feel gratified to your family, that I have peculiar reasons for affection towards one at least of your sisters, and also that I highly esteem yourself. Do not therefore accuse me of wrong motives when I say that my answer to your proposal must be a decided negative. In forming this answer — I trust I have listened to the dictates of conscience more than to those of inclination; I have no personal repugnance to the idea of a union with you — but I feel convinced that mine is not the sort of disposition calculated to form the happiness of a man like you. It has always been my habit to study the character of those amongst whom I chance to be thrown, and I think I know yours and can imagine what description of woman would suit you for a wife. Her character should not be too marked, ardent and original — her temper should be mild, her piety undoubted, her spirits even and cheerful, and her 'personal attractions' sufficient to please your eye and gratify your just pride. As for me, you do not know me, I am not this serious, grave, cool-headed individual you suppose — You would think me romantic and eccentric — you would say I was satirical and severe. However, I scorn deceit and I will never for the sake of attaining the distinction of matrimony and escaping the stigma of an old maid take a worthy man whom I am conscious I cannot render happy.”

After becoming curate of the parish church of Earnley, near Chichester, Henry had begun to search for an appropriate wife. He had known Charlotte through her friendship with his younger sister, Ellen, from about 1835. Her polite demurral seemingly aroused no apparent resentment on the part of the Nusseys, nor does it seem to have weighed on Charlotte’s mind, for she remained on companiable terms with Henry for many years.

the-library-and-step-on-it:

A letter from Charlotte Brontë to Henry Nussey (5 March 1839), in which she turned down his marriage proposal.

"Before answering your letter, I might have spent a long time in consideration of its subject; but as from the first moment of its reception and perusal I determined on which course to pursue, it seemed to me that delay was wholly unnecessary. You are aware that I have many reasons to feel gratified to your family, that I have peculiar reasons for affection towards one at least of your sisters, and also that I highly esteem yourself. Do not therefore accuse me of wrong motives when I say that my answer to your proposal must be a decided negative. In forming this answer — I trust I have listened to the dictates of conscience more than to those of inclination; I have no personal repugnance to the idea of a union with you — but I feel convinced that mine is not the sort of disposition calculated to form the happiness of a man like you. It has always been my habit to study the character of those amongst whom I chance to be thrown, and I think I know yours and can imagine what description of woman would suit you for a wife. Her character should not be too marked, ardent and original — her temper should be mild, her piety undoubted, her spirits even and cheerful, and her 'personal attractions' sufficient to please your eye and gratify your just pride. As for me, you do not know me, I am not this serious, grave, cool-headed individual you suppose — You would think me romantic and eccentric — you would say I was satirical and severe. However, I scorn deceit and I will never for the sake of attaining the distinction of matrimony and escaping the stigma of an old maid take a worthy man whom I am conscious I cannot render happy.”

After becoming curate of the parish church of Earnley, near Chichester, Henry had begun to search for an appropriate wife. He had known Charlotte through her friendship with his younger sister, Ellen, from about 1835. Her polite demurral seemingly aroused no apparent resentment on the part of the Nusseys, nor does it seem to have weighed on Charlotte’s mind, for she remained on companiable terms with Henry for many years.

o-dysseys:

LITERATURE MEME | 7 characters - (5) catherine earnshaw from emily brontë’s wuthering heights

“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.”

willhuntings:

history meme | 2/8 women | charlotte brontë

Charlotte Brontë (21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855) was an English novelist and poet, the eldest of the three Brontë sisters who survived into adulthood, whose novels are English literature standards. She wrote Jane Eyre under the pen name Currer Bell, a masculine alias as female-written works were not readily accepted. Jane Eyre is considered a monument of feminist work, and years ahead of its time in terms of feminism.  The Brontë sisters were extremely close as children, and Charlotte went to college, and tried to earn a living as a governess and a teacher, but eventually returned home. Jane Eyre, published in 1847, was her first novel, followed by Shirley in 1948 and Villette in 1853. In 1848, both Branwell and Emily Brontë died, followed by Anne a year later. Charlotte married Arthur Nicholas Bell in 1954, but died a year later from pregnancy complications.

thewicked-eternity