Emily Brontë

"To sneer at his imperfect attempt was very bad breeding."

"She dried her tears, and they did smile To see her cheeks’ returning glow;Nor did discern how all the while That full heart throbbed to overflow. With that sweet look and lively tone,And bright eye shining all the day,They could not guess, at midnight lone How she would weep the time away."

"Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves."

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."

"I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead!"

"THEY are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions."

"When weary with the long day’s care,And earthly change from pain to pain,And lost, and ready to despair,Thy kind voice calls me back again O my true friend, I am not lone While thou canst speak with such a tone!So hopeless is the world without,The world within I doubly prize;Thy world where guile and hate and doubt And cold suspicion never rise;Where thou and I and Liberty Have undisputed sovereignty. What matters it that all around Danger and grief and darkness lie,If but within our bosom’s bound We hold a bright unsullied sky,Warm with ten thousand mingled rays Of suns that know no winter days?Reason indeed may oft complain For Nature’s sad reality,And tell the suffering heart how vain Its cherished dreams must always be;And Truth may rudely trample down The flowers of Fancy newly blown. But thou art ever there to bring The hovering visions back and breathe New glories o’er the blighted spring And call a lovelier life from death,And whisper with a voice divine Of real worlds as bright as thine. I trust not to thy phantom bliss,Yet still in evening’s quiet hour With never-failing thankfulness Iwelcome thee, benignant power,Sure solacer of human cares And brighter hope when hope despairs."

"Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels:Its wings are almost free--its home, its harbour found,Measuring the gulph, it stoops and dares the final bound,"Oh I dreadful is the check--intense the agony--When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again;The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain."

"The nuisance of her presence outweighs the gratification to be derived from tormenting her"

"No coward soul is mine,No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:I see heaven's glories shine,And faith shines equal, arming me from fear"

"Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come.'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die."

"And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day."

"If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results."

"I 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."