It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
Emily BronteI pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
Emily BronteHe shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Bronte