He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.
Emily BronteI cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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 BronteHe wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
Emily Bronte