The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.
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 BronteProud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
Emily BronteIf I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
Emily Bronte