Emily Bronte

Love is like the wild rose-briar Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is…

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and…

I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another…

Having leveled my palace, don’t erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in…

I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal…

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves…

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town…

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same…