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 BronteIt was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
Emily BronteLast night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
Emily BronteWe must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
Emily Bronte