Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
EMILY BRONTEWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
EMILY BRONTEI see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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 BRONTEEvery leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTEOh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
EMILY BRONTEThe night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
EMILY BRONTEYou’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
EMILY BRONTEIf I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
EMILY BRONTEThe entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
EMILY BRONTEMay you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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 BRONTEHow strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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 BRONTEVain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
EMILY BRONTEI am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
EMILY BRONTEIn secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
EMILY BRONTE