Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
EMILY BRONTELook on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
EMILY BRONTEA person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
EMILY BRONTEI have fled my country and gone to the heather.
EMILY BRONTEI wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
EMILY BRONTEThe entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
EMILY BRONTEWorthless as wither’d weeds.
EMILY BRONTEIf I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
EMILY BRONTEYour presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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 BRONTEI shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
EMILY BRONTEIt is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
EMILY BRONTEYou’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
EMILY BRONTEWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
EMILY BRONTEI’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
EMILY BRONTEHereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
EMILY BRONTEWe must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
EMILY BRONTE