And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright uncl... - Emily Bronte

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

"Pessoas orgulhosas criam grandes tristezas para si mesmas"

"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."