Monday, July 12, 2010

Emily Bronte

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. 


Honest people don't hide their deeds.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after. 


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? 


If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

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