It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
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 BronteIt was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
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 Bronte