The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
EMILY BRONTEThe tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
EMILY BRONTEI understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
EMILY BRONTEThe clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
EMILY BRONTEI never told my love vocally still.
EMILY BRONTEYou know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
EMILY BRONTEGood words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
EMILY BRONTEA messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
EMILY BRONTEThat is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
EMILY BRONTEHereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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 BRONTEShall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTEIt is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
EMILY BRONTEProud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
EMILY BRONTETreachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
EMILY BRONTEI gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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 BRONTE