- Charlotte Bronte: I know nothing. I understand nothing. And yet, I have dared to write 200,000 words about life!
- [tosses manuscript on floor]
- Emily Bronte: All our lives there has been too much left unsaid between us. Loving is the only thing that really matters, Charlotte. It's worthwhile being hurt a bit to find that out. The world has always frightened me a little, so I'm really not afraid to leave it now. Though sometimes, when I hear the wind blowing through the heather, or see the sun go down beyond Wuthering Heights, I think, perhaps, I'd like to stay just a little longer.
- Charlotte Bronte: People will always quarrel over Branwell.
- Emily Bronte: And Branwell will always like it.
- Rev. Brontë: Nicholls, you may stay. But in the future, keep your fists to yourself. You should have crushed his skull.
- Rev. Brontë: [to Curate Rev. Nicholls] But remember, no fancy foreign airs here. We have some pretty rough customers in this parish who are not to be charmed into a state of grace.
- Aunt Elizabeth Branwell: Your children, Mr. Bronte!
- Rev. Brontë: Oh, yes. They're always my children when they incur your displeasure, I notice. But when you have reason to approve of their conduct, it's your brilliant nephew, your talented nieces.
- Charlotte Bronte: My brother, Branwell, always said, 'To ride in the park with Thackeray would be the height of success.'
- William Makepeace Thackeray: He was quite right. Of course it 'tis.
- Charlotte Bronte: Is it prosaic to want to escape from this, this rut in which we've spent all our lives? Is it ignoble to yearn for a bigger world? A world rich in material for the books we shall one day write?
- Charlotte Bronte: I was wondering if you will ever walk with me on the Moors of Haworth.
- William Makepeace Thackeray: Huh! Moors were created to be written about, not walked on.
- Charlotte Bronte: I wish you'd treat me as a grown-up person.
- Constantin Heger: Ah, that would be a very dangerous thing to do.
- Charlotte Bronte: [Riding in a carriage with William Thackeray] Do they always stare at you like that in public?
- William Makepeace Thackeray: They're staring at you, my dear.
- Charlotte Bronte: Ohhh!
- Rev. Arthur Nicholls: Miss Emily has always given me the impression of being very happy in her rut, as you call it. And you?
- Charlotte Bronte: And I?
- Rev. Arthur Nicholls: You, I fear, will take your rut with you.
- Rev. Brontë: Would you care for a pipe?
- Rev. Arthur Nicholls: Am I being tested, sir?
- Rev. Brontë: I've no use for a man without a vice - a small one, preferably. It supports his character.
- Rev. Arthur Nicholls: Thank you, sir. And I dare say the large vices support the church, don't they?
- Rev. Brontë: [laughing] Very good, Mr. Nicholls. I'm happy to find you're possessed with a sense of humor.