Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTEShall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTEYou have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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 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 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 astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
EMILY BRONTEI despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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 BRONTEA heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
EMILY BRONTEA messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
EMILY BRONTEI have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
EMILY BRONTEThey forgot everything the minute they were together again.
EMILY BRONTEWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
EMILY BRONTETreachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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 BRONTEBut you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
EMILY BRONTE