Artemisia

“He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“I am loving you. As if love, once it came into existence, radiated backward and forward, encompassing all of time.”
― Eowyn Ivey, Black Woods, Blue Sky

“Gallant lass - ten miles without a whimper.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“Let every man shovel out his own snow, and the whole city will be passable," said Gamache. Seeing Beauvoir's puzzled expression he added, "Emerson."

"Lake and Palmer?"

"Ralph and Waldo.”
― Louise Penny, A Fatal Grace