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  • #1
    Charlotte Brontë
    “No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of Heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Villette

  • #2
    Charlotte Brontë
    “But solitude is sadness.'

    'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Villette

  • #3
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!”
    Charlotte Brontë, Villette

  • #4
    Emily Brontë
    “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #5
    Emily Brontë
    “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.”
    Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights

  • #6
    Emily Brontë
    “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have 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!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #7
    Emily Brontë
    “I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #8
    Emily Brontë
    “I have dreamt 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. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #9
    Emily Brontë
    “It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”
    Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

  • #10
    Emily Brontë
    “Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #11
    Shirley Jackson
    “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

  • #12
    Shirley Jackson
    “Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

  • #13
    Shirley Jackson
    “Eleanor looked up, surprised; the little girl was sliding back in her chair, sullenly refusing her milk, while her father frowned and her brother giggled and her mother said calmly, 'She wants her cup of stars.'

    Indeed yes, Eleanor thought; indeed, so do I; a cup of stars, of course.

    'Her little cup,' the mother was explaining, smiling apologetically at the waitress, who was thunderstruck at the thought that the mill's good country milk was not rich enough for the little girl. 'It has stars in the bottom, and she always drinks her milk from it at home. She calls it her cup of stars because she can see the stars while she drinks her milk.' The waitress nodded, unconvinced, and the mother told the little girl, 'You'll have your milk from your cup of stars tonight when we get home. But just for now, just to be a very good little girl, will you take a little milk from this glass?'

    Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl.”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

  • #14
    Shirley Jackson
    “Fear," the doctor said, "is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

  • #15
    Shirley Jackson
    “I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

  • #16
    Shirley Jackson
    “Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

  • #17
    Shirley Jackson
    “She had taken to wondering lately, during these swift-counted years, what had been done with all those wasted summer days; how could she have spent them so wantonly? I am foolish, she told herself early every summer, I am very foolish; I am grown up now and know the values of things. Nothing is ever really wasted, she believed sensibly, even one's childhood, and then each year, one summer morning, the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched with the little cold thought: I have let more time go by.”
    Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

  • #18
    Charles Dickens
    “It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.”
    Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

  • #19
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Isn't it better to have your heart broken than to have it wither up? Before it could be broken it must have felt something splendid. That would be worth the pain.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

  • #20
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.”
    Lucy Maud Montgomery, The Blue Castle
    tags: fear

  • #21
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.”
    Lucy Maud Montgomery, The Blue Castle

  • #22
    L.M. Montgomery
    “That's all the freedom we can hope for - the freedom to choose our prison.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

  • #23
    L.M. Montgomery
    “But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful "up back" - almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour - the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrises. Lovely ferns of ice all over the windows of the Blue Castle. Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings - torn, twisted, fantastic shadows. Great silences, austere and searching. Jewelled, barbaric hills. The sun suddenly breaking through grey clouds over long, white Mistawis. Ice-grey twilights, broken by snow-squalls, when their cosy living-room, with its goblins of firelight and inscrutable cats, seemed cosier than ever. Every hour brought a new revalation and wonder.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

  • #24
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet—never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldn’t possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Benjamin, or even an Uncle Herbert. What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

  • #25
    L.M. Montgomery
    “She brushed the old years and habits and inhibitions away from her like dead leaves. She would not be littered with them.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

  • #26
    L.M. Montgomery
    “I don't say Valancy deliberately murdered these lovers as she outgrew them. One simply faded away as another came. Things are very convenient in this respect in Blue Castles.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

  • #27
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Away down at the far end of the lake they got every night a glimpse of a big, continental train rushing through a clearing. Valancy liked to watch its lighted windows flash by and wonder who was on it and what hopes and fears it carried.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

  • #28
    L.M. Montgomery
    “I've been keeping up appearances all my life. Now I'm going in for realities.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

  • #29
    George Eliot
    “It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.”
    George Eliot, Middlemarch

  • #30
    George Eliot
    “But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”
    George Eliot, Middlemarch



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