If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Emily BronteThe winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.
Emily BronteHowever , itโs over, and Iโll take no revenge on his folly โ I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, Iโd not only turn the other, but Iโd ask pardon for provoking it โ and, as proof, Iโll go make my peace with Edgar instantly โ Good night โ Iโm an angel!
Emily Bronte