Great Throughts Treasury

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Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?

Business | Heaven | Man | Business |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

He had been content with daily labor and rough animal enjoyments, 'till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn, and hope of her approval, were his first prompts to higher pursuits; and, instead of guarding him from one and winning him to the other, his endeavors to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.

Change | Heaven | Kill |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

He was, and is yet, most likely, the wearisomest, self-righteous pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to rake the promises to himself, and fling the curses on his neighbors.

Ecstasy | Heaven |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

Only two pointed arrows betrayal of violence is similar to injure users of worse enemies.

Day | Ecstasy | Heaven | Lying | Music | World | Happiness |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Duty | Earth | Eternity | Happy | Hell | Joy | Life | Life | Love | Peculiarity | Repose |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

Instead of a wild, hatless little savage jumping into the house, and rushing to squeeze us all breathless, there lighted from a handsome black pony a very dignified person with brown ringlets falling from the cover of a feathered beaver, and a long cloth habit which she was obliged to hold up with both hands that she might sail in.

Earth | Heaven | Spirit |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

I am the only being whose doom no tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought of gloom a smile of joy since I was born in secret pleasure — secret tears this changeful life has slipped away as friendless after eighteen years as lone as on my natal day.

Earth | Eternity | Happy | Hell | Joy | Life | Life | Love | Repose |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

I remember the master, before he fell into a doze, stroking her bonny hair - it pleased him rarely to see her gentle - and saying - 'Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?' And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered, 'Why cannot you always be a good man, father?

Better | Heaven | Little | Need | Past | Safe | World |

Emma Goldman

Poor human nature, what horrible crimes have been committed in thy name!

Heaven | Hell | Promise |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering away your life on silly trifles.

Angels | Devil | Heaven | Love | Time |

Emma Goldman

Crime is naught but misdirected energy. So long as every institution of today, economic, political, social, and moral, conspires to misdirect human energy into wrong channels; so long as most people are out of place doing the things they hate to do, living a life they loathe to live, crime will be inevitable, and all the laws on the statutes can only increase, but never do away with, crime.

Heaven | Meekness | People | Reward |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

A little while, a little while, the weary task is put away, and I can sing and I can smile, alike, while I have holiday. Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart-- what thought, what scene invites thee now what spot, or near or far apart, has rest for thee, my weary brow? There is a spot, 'mid barren hills, where winter howls, and driving rain; but, if the dreary tempest chills, there is a light that warms again. The house is old, the trees are bare, moonless above bends twilight's dome; but what on earth is half so dear-- so longed for--as the hearth of home? The mute bird sitting on the stone, the dank moss dripping from the wall, the thorn-trees gaunt, the walks o'ergrown, I love them--how I love them all! 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. A little and a lone green lane that opened on a common wide; a distant, dreamy, dim blue chain of mountains circling every side. A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, so sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; and, deepening still the dream-like charm, wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere. THAT was the scene, I knew it well; I knew the turfy pathway's sweep, that, winding o'er each billowy swell, marked out the tracks of wandering sheep. Could I have lingered but an hour, it well had paid a week of toil; but Truth has banished Fancy's power: restraint and heavy task recoil. Even as I stood with raptured eye, absorbed in bliss so deep and dear, my hour of rest had fleeted by, and back came labor, bondage, care.

Earth | Heaven |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

I've watched thee every hour — I know my mighty sway — I know my magic power to drive thy griefs away —

Business | Heaven | Love | Man | Thought | Business | Thought |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

She seemed almost over fond of Mr. Linton; and even to his sister she showed plenty of affection. They were both very attentive to her comfort, certainly. It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

Heaven | Prayer | Rest |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

Though earth and man were gone, and suns and universes ceased to be, and Thou wert left alone, every existence would exist in Thee.

Angels | Business | Heart | Heaven | Love | Man | Thought | Will | Work | Business | Thought |

Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The spirit looks upon the Dust that fastened it so long with indignation, as a Bird defrauded of its Song.

Heaven | Soul | Will |

Emma Goldman

The sense of justice and equality, the love of liberty and of human brotherhood — these fundamentals of the real regeneration of society — the Communist State suppressed to the point of extermination. Man's instinctive sense of equity was branded as weak sentimentality; human dignity and liberty became a bourgeois superstition; the sanctity of life, which is the very essence of social reconstruction, was condemned as unrevolutionary, almost counter-revolutionary. This fearful perversion of fundamental values bore within itself the seed of destruction.

Fear | Heaven | Humanity | Man | Mankind | Reward | Spirit | Truth | Will |

Ezekial Hopkins

The wound religion receives from hypocrites is far more dangerous and incurable than that inflicted on it by the open and scandalous sinner. For religion is never brought into question by the enormous vices of an infamous person; all see and all abhor his sin. But when a man shall have his mouth full of piety and his hands full of wickedness, when he shall speak Scripture and live devilish, profess strictly and walk loosely, this lays a grievous stumbling–block in the way of others; and tempts them to think that all religion is but mockery, and that the professors of it are but hypocrites.

Day | Eternity | Glory | God | Sabbath | Salvation | God |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

I wondered... if there should be anything wrong with Sen. Joe McCarthy (Republican) of Wisconsin which a .577 solid would not cure.

Heaven | Hell | Ugly | Wonder |

Che Guevara, fully Ernesto “Che” Guevara

At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality. We must strive every day so that this love of living humanity will be transformed into actual deeds, into acts that serve as examples, as a moving force.

Enough | Eternity | Land |