Bronte Quotes Novels & Stories

"Yes. I don’t care who you think you are. You’ve disrespected me, insulted me, and manipulated me long enough. You’re nothing but a leech, feeding off your son’s hard work, poisoning everything you touch. I’m done with you." Beatrice’s mouth opened and closed as though she couldn’t find the right words to retaliate. She had never expected Suzanne, the quiet, compliant woman she had always treated like an extension of herself, to snap like this. It was a blow to her ego that she hadn’t seen coming, and it left her stunned.

CHAPTER 19 “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! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at

Branson blinks through his specs randomly and then parts his lips. Don't Say that you're not what we think.Don't Say that you're not what we think. Don't Say that you're not what we think. "I think you've been mistaken." Crap! ********

I was right in front of her, crying as usual; mute, unable to speak or stand up for myself. " Instead of continuously trying and invariably failing, why don't you just take the easy way out?" Brittany suggested and I immediately turned, fixing my gaze on her, my eyes widening in shock and horror at her inhumane words. " What? It's the truth. That way you can stop being a pest and a burden to us. I mean you don't even have a wolf. " She ranted on. " Your life has just been disastrous since day one, we don't need you to jinx ours with your bad luck"

I couldn’t blame both of them. As a previous secretary, I knew what she was facing but she couldn’t see from my point of view. No one could, not even Bruce. **“You are here early,” Dr. Emily Bronte told me happily. She was seated and ready for our conversation today. I slightly nodded to acknowledge. She looked at me gently as if she was studying something and then she looked away only to ask, “A penny for your thoughts?” I smirked the moment I heard that. “Is that even correct?” I asked curiously.

Even though the words were unformed and looked so weak, Sabrina still recognized that it was Yvonne's handwriting at a glance. Yvonne's usual handwriting was very similar to her, so her handwriting was very playful. However, at that moment, the playful words looked so weak and hopeless. That letter read, 'Sabrina, I'm leaving. Don't look for me. It doesn't matter if I am alive or dead anymore. I once unintentionally saw some philosophers' quotes, and most of them said something like, Everybody is born to suffer in this world. I didn't believe it in the past. I felt that those were just pretentious words, and they were just making a fuss about nothing and being show-offs.'

“Or I might not be responsible for what happens to you.” “How dare you threaten Edna, you young upstart,” Dorothy said raising her umbrella. “Yes,” Edna said with equal disgust. “Show your elders some respect.” “Maybe our elders don’t deserve respect,” Emily said suddenly to Beatrice. “Maybe they should be put down like the useless dogs they are?”

Strong-willed. These were some of the adjectives. There was a quote written at the bottom in cursive under inverted commas. “She's alone, but stronger and better than a whole army.” Vera's lips curved up and a deep sense of warmth exploded in her chest. The quote was easy on the eyes but very jarring. And it came from 12 years old girls.

The music stopped playing and I could hear the people gasping around us. “You really think he'd marry you because he fucked you?” I scoffed in disbelief. “Declan might be a dog who will put in anything, but not anyone would have the Bronte title,” I hissed. Her eyes flashed with rage as she straightened. “You once had the name, didn't you? Where has that gotten you?” She arched her brows as she glared at me. “You're back in your father's house, chasing after a man who'd never deemed you worthy. You're even more pathetic than I thought if you think my only priority is to become Mrs Bronte,” she clicked her teeth.

"It doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not." Bronson smiled coldly. "I know you’re trying to prove yourself so you won’t be looked down upon."