Emily Bronte

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

"Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?"

"I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together."

"Pessoas orgulhosas criam grandes tristezas para si mesmas"

"And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright unclouded day."