MaryModest

“I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur – and my eyes, like the Sherry in the Glass, that the Guest leaves”
― Emily Dickinson, Emily Dickinson’s Letters to Dr. and Mrs. Josiah Gilbert Holland

“You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you-nobody will cry for you when you die!”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“One hoped, and the other despaired: they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights