It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
EMILY BRONTEIt is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
EMILY BRONTENay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
EMILY BRONTEI understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
EMILY BRONTEI love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
EMILY BRONTEWhat kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
EMILY BRONTENonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
EMILY BRONTEWe must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
EMILY BRONTEHe might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
EMILY BRONTEYou have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
EMILY BRONTETreachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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 BRONTEEvery leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTEIt’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
EMILY BRONTEBy this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
EMILY BRONTEI have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
EMILY BRONTEWondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
EMILY BRONTE