I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
Emily BronteIf he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
Emily BronteHereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
Emily BronteHe'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
Emily Bronte