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  • #1
    Emily Brontë
    “My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Healthcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #2
    Emily Brontë
    “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #3
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #4
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Reader, I married him.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #5
    Daphne du Maurier
    “I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is
    alone.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #6
    Daphne du Maurier
    “A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #7
    Daphne du Maurier
    “We're not meant for happiness, you and I.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #8
    Daphne du Maurier
    “I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then--how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal. A denial heralded the thrice crowing of a cock, and an insincerity was like the kiss of Judas. The adult mind can lie with untroubled conscience and a gay composure, but in those days even a small deception scoured the tongue, lashing one against the stake itself.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #9
    Jean Rhys
    “You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world...”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #10
    Jean Rhys
    “There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #11
    Jean Rhys
    “I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #12
    Jean Rhys
    “If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best. But first, first I will destroy your hatred. Now. My hate is colder, stronger, and you’ll have no hate to warm yourself. You will have nothing.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #13
    Jean Rhys
    “Justice," she said. " I've heard that word. It's a cold world. I tried it out," she said, still speaking in that low voice. "I wrote it down. I wrote it down several times and always it looked like a damn cold lie to me. There is no justice.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #14
    Jean Rhys
    “Have all beautiful things sad destinies?”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #15
    Jean Rhys
    “There is always another side, always.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #16
    Jean Rhys
    “I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what's called loving as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #17
    Jean Rhys
    “I thought if I told no one it might not be true.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #18
    Jean Rhys
    “They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #19
    Jean Rhys
    “She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #20
    Jean Rhys
    “I have tried," I said, "but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now" (it is always too late for truth, I thought).”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #21
    Maryse Condé
    “The truth always arrive too late because it walks slower than lies. Truth crawls at a snail's pace.”
    Maryse Condé, I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem

  • #22
    Maryse Condé
    “Life is too kind to men, whatever their color.”
    Maryse Condé, I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem

  • #23
    Maryse Condé
    “Everyone believes he can fashion a witch to his way of thinking so that she will satisfy his ambitions, dreams, and desires...”
    Maryse Condé, I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem

  • #24
    Maryse Condé
    “There was one thing, however, that I didn’t know: evil is a gift received at birth. There’s no acquiring it. Those of us who have not come to this world armed with spurs and fangs are losers in every combat.”
    Maryse Condé, I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem

  • #25
    E.M. Carroll
    “It came from the woods. Most strange things do.”
    Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

  • #26
    E.M. Carroll
    “Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again... said a shadow at the window... and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time...

    But the wolf... the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once.”
    Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

  • #27
    Juliet Marillier
    “You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.”
    Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

  • #28
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “And the rest is rust and stardust.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #29
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #30
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita



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