Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTEShall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTEI despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
EMILY BRONTEAny relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
EMILY BRONTEI wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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 BRONTEHow strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
EMILY BRONTEThoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
EMILY BRONTEHonest people don’t hide their deeds.
EMILY BRONTEWhat kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
EMILY BRONTEI’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
EMILY BRONTEI never told my love vocally still.
EMILY BRONTETreachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
EMILY BRONTEHow cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
EMILY BRONTEIt’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
EMILY BRONTELast 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!
EMILY BRONTEThey forgot everything the minute they were together again.
EMILY BRONTE