Quotes About Emily

I'd rayther he'd goan hisseln for t' doctor! I sud ha, taen tent o' t' maister better nor him—and he warn't deead when I left, naught o' t' soart!

I'd soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day as recommend you to bestow your heart on him!

Ah, your favourites are among these! I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats. A strange choice of favourites, she observed scornfully. Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits.

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.  This is certainly a beautiful country!  In all England

Mr. Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar stairs with vexatious phlegm.

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What are you reading now? I have little time to read when I am here, but while at home I had a feast in the reading line, I can assure you...Am not I a pendant for telling you what I have been reading? (May 16, 1848 to Abiah Root)

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness -

Impossibility, like wine Exhilarates the man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavoreless.

Twas my one glory - Let it be Remembered I was owned of Thee.

And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there.

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I don't know what a carbuncle is, but it doesn't sound pleasant. I wish one upon Rachel's nose.

I was a normal, rather dutiful child. I didn't even rebel as a teenager.

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake… Emily Dickinson XIX: A Snake

This discourse, Count Morano, sufficiently proves, that my affections ought not to be yours," said Emily, mildly, "and this conduct, that I should not be placed beyond the reach of oppression, so long as I remained in your power. If you wish me to believe otherwise, cease to oppress me any longer by your presence.

Why all this terror?' said he, in a tremulous voice. 'Hear me, Emily: I come not to alarm you; no, by Heaven! I love you too well- too well for my own peace.

Banal sexism aside, I find myself tempted to read Wuthering Heights as one thick stacked act of revenge for all that life withheld from Emily. But the poetry shows traces of a deeper explanation. As if anger could be a kind of vocation for some women. It is a chilly thought.

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The tail of Emily Windsnapeveryone has a secret . mines alittle different. i figured out i am a mermaid.

She looked into the staring glass eyes and complacent face, and suddenly a sort of heartbroken rage seized her. She lifted her little savage hand and knocked Emily off the chair, bursting into a passion of sobbing- Sara who never cried.

Victorian and touchingly respectable. "I have been crying," confessed Lady Agatha. "I was afraid so, Lady Agatha," said Emily.

There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.

I am always impressed by interviewers who can do the whole thing without notes. I can't. I need reminders on my knee. Dates, first names, quotes in bold text.