I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
EMILY BRONTEI wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
EMILY BRONTEI wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
EMILY BRONTEIt is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
EMILY BRONTEThoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
EMILY BRONTEI gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
EMILY BRONTEA sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
EMILY BRONTEOh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
EMILY BRONTEI pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
EMILY BRONTEI have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
EMILY BRONTEA messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
EMILY BRONTEShe burned too bright for this world.
EMILY BRONTEThe tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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 BRONTEIn secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
EMILY BRONTEMay you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
EMILY BRONTEI cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
EMILY BRONTE