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“Though Earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And thou wert left alone
Every existence would exist in thee.”
― Emily Brontë, The Night is Darkening Round Me

“She was so vulnerable. Did she hate herself for it? No, she’d hate herself more if she were already a trunk immutable until death, only capable of yielding fruit but not of growing within itself.”
― Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write.”
― Jane Austen, The Jane Austen Collection

“But indolent she is, reckless she is, and most ignorant, for she does not know her dreams are rare- her feelings peculiar: she does not know, has never known, and will die without knowing.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Shirley