Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?" was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.
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 BronteI lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Emily Bronte