Pessoas orgulhosas criam grandes tristezas para si mesmas - Emily Bronte
"Pessoas orgulhosas criam grandes tristezas para si mesmas"
"Pessoas orgulhosas criam grandes tristezas para si mesmas"
"And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright unclouded day."
"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."
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."