The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
EMILY BRONTEThe entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
EMILY BRONTEA messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
EMILY BRONTEBe 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!
EMILY BRONTEI will walk where my own nature would be leading.
EMILY BRONTEYou 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.
EMILY BRONTEYou have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
EMILY BRONTEI see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
EMILY BRONTETime brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
EMILY BRONTEA good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
EMILY BRONTEYou know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
EMILY BRONTEI’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
EMILY BRONTEThe clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
EMILY BRONTEEarth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
EMILY BRONTEIf he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
EMILY BRONTEThe old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
EMILY BRONTEIf 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.
EMILY BRONTE