To feel my hand so kindly prest / To know myself beloved at last / To think my heart has found a rest / My life of solitude is past! / But then to wake and find it flown / The dream of happiness destroyed / To find myself unloved, alone / What tongue can speak the dreary void? / A heart whence warm affections flow / Creator, thou hast given to me / And am I only thus to know / How sweet the joys of love would be? - Anne Brontë (Dreams)
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind - Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)
Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! - Charlotte Brontë (Jane Eyre)
"You said I killed you, haunt me, then! The murdered haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts wandered the earth. Be with me always take any form drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"
"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."