Emily Bronte

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

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

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.

Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!' Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

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

Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.