More quotes by 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?"
"Pessoas orgulhosas criam grandes tristezas para si mesmas"
"And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright unclouded day."