EMILY BRONTE

Terror made me cruel.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

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.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

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

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

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

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

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!

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.

Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?

But 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.

Good 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.

There 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.

The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.