Emily Brontë

He shall never know how I love him.

He’s more myself than I am.

It was nothing less than murder, in her eyes.

No coward soul is mine,No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:I see heaven's glories shine,And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me like wine through water and altered the color of my mind.