Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
EMILY BRONTETerror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
EMILY BRONTEHow strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
EMILY BRONTEThe old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
EMILY BRONTEIt’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
EMILY BRONTEI despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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 BRONTEI shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
EMILY BRONTEIf I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
EMILY BRONTEHereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
EMILY BRONTEYou’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
EMILY BRONTEIt is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
EMILY BRONTEThey forgot everything the minute they were together again.
EMILY BRONTEI never told my love vocally still.
EMILY BRONTEI’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
EMILY BRONTEOh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
EMILY BRONTEHow cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
EMILY BRONTE