Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
Emily BronteThe old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
Emily BronteYou're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
Emily BronteOh, 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 Bronte