Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
EMILY BRONTEYes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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 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 BRONTEI will walk where my own nature would be leading.
EMILY BRONTEIf I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
EMILY BRONTEIf all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
EMILY BRONTEI am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
EMILY BRONTEThere is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
EMILY BRONTEYou know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
EMILY BRONTEI despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
EMILY BRONTEWondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
EMILY BRONTEIt is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
EMILY BRONTEI have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
EMILY BRONTEHow cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
EMILY BRONTEYou’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
EMILY BRONTEThe old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
EMILY BRONTE