Terror made me cruel.
EMILY BRONTETerror made me cruel.
EMILY BRONTECold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
EMILY BRONTENonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
EMILY BRONTEI’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
EMILY BRONTEHow cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
EMILY BRONTEYour presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
EMILY BRONTEI never told my love vocally still.
EMILY BRONTEHe might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
EMILY BRONTEYes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
EMILY BRONTEA messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
EMILY BRONTEThe night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
EMILY BRONTEI have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
EMILY BRONTELast night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
EMILY BRONTEWorthless as wither’d weeds.
EMILY BRONTEWondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
EMILY BRONTEI’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
EMILY BRONTE