He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!
Emily BronteIt was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
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 Bronte