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
He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars; Winds take a pensive tone and stars a tender fire And visions rise and change which kill me with desire
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
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
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
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
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
