Emily Jane Bront Quotes

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they do not turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

Emily Jane Bront

Love is like the wild rose-briar;Friendship like the holly-tree.The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,But which will bloom most constantly?

Emily Jane Bront

I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Emily Jane Bront

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

Emily Jane Bront

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

Emily Jane Bront

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Emily Jane Bront

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad", I continued, "if you were a regular black; and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

Emily Jane Bront

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Emily Jane Bront

A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

Emily Jane Bront

Still, as I mused, the naked room, The alien firelight died away; And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright, unclouded day.

Emily Jane Bront

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?

Emily Jane Bront

For that mist may break when the sun is high And this soul forget its sorrow And the rose ray of the closing day May promise a brighter morrow.

Emily Jane Bront

What use is it to slumber here: Though the heart be sad and weary? What use is it to slumber here Though the day rise dark and dreary?

Emily Jane Bront

O, dreadful is the check intense the agony When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again, The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain. Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less; The more that anguish racks the earlier it will bless; And robed in fires of Hell, or bright with heavenly shine If it but herald Death, the vision is divine

Emily Jane Bront

Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals; My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour found; Measuring the gulf, it stoops and dares the final bound

Emily Jane Bront

But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends; The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends Mute music sooths my breast unuttered harmony That I could never dream till earth was lost to me.

Emily Jane Bront

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