You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
Emily BronteHe'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
Emily BronteYou're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
Emily BronteI ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed, and listened. I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.
Emily Bronte