I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
Emily BronteTerror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
Emily BronteI have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
Emily BronteIt is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and donโt let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murdererโbut yours! How can I?
Emily Bronte