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Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
As it spoke I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bed-clothes: still it wailed, "Let me in!", and maintained its tenacious grip, almost maddening me with fear.
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and we were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. He’s always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
I want to crawl to her feet, whimper to be forgiven, for loving her, for needing her more than my own life, for belonging to her more than my own soul. Heathcliff, speaking of Catherine
Conduct | Courage | God | Good | Hope | Thought | God | Thought |
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
What matters it, that, all around, danger, and guilt, and darkness lie, if but within our bosom's bound we hold a bright, untroubled sky, warm with ten thousand mingled rays of suns that know no winter days?
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
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 — 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 —
Change | Eternal | Little | Love | Mind | Pleasure | Time | Will |
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free . . . and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
Consciously or unconsciously, most theists see in gods and devils, heaven and hell, reward and punishment, a whip to lash the people into obedience, meekness and contentment.
Arrogance | Belief | Duty | Fortune | Infancy | Kill | Little | Lord | Mind | Patriotism | Purpose | Purpose | Reason | Superiority | Child |
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Then, as horizons step, or noons report away, without the formula of sound, it passes, and we stay: a quality of loss affecting our content.
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
But there's this one difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost, rendered worst than unavailing.
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
Soul |
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.
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy in proportion to the increase of pain.
Anticipation | Heart | Hope | Humor | Will |
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
The dominant, almost general, idea of revolution — particularly the Socialist idea — is that revolution is a violent change of social conditions through which one social class, the working class, becomes dominant over another class, the capitalist class. It is the conception of a purely physical change, and as such it involves only political scene shifting and institutional rearrangements. Bourgeois dictatorship is replaced by the dictatorship of the proletariat— or by that of its advance guard,the Communist Party. Lenin takes the seat of the Romanovs, the Imperial Cabinet is rechristened Soviet of People's Commissars, Trotsky is appointed Minister of War, and a labourer becomes the Military Governor General of Moscow. That is, in essence, the Bolshevik conception of revolution, as translated into actual practice.
Absurd | Life | Life | Love | Man | Right | Rights | Will | Woman |