“I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!”

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

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 can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

Last 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!

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Worthless as wither’d weeds.

You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

Quote words that affirm all men and women are your brothers and sisters.

What more civilized way for people to alleviate the same than by giving themselves to one another as brothers and sisters in deed as well as in word?

As life in general constituted much pain in the form of struggles against poverty, disease, ignorance, and emotional anguish,

Well, my brother started acting before I did.

In beloved Iraq, blood is flowing between brothers, in the shadow of an illegitimate foreign occupation, and abhorrent sectarianism threatens a civil war.

I had begun to think that dreams are meant to be no more than dreams and that in reality dreams don’t come true. Then my brother (Zac) left on his trip.

The gift of God to this enlightened age is the knowledge of the oneness of mankind and of the fundamental oneness of religion.

To steal from a brother or sister is evil. To not steal from the institutions that are the pillars of the Pig Empire is equally immoral.