Bronte Quotes Novels & Stories

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

The assistant was grinning from ear to ear, still unaware of what had transpired. However, Britny was on the brink of rage at this point. She snatched the bottle, opened its cap, and poured the ice-cold mineral water on top of the assistant’s head. Then she threw the empty bottle on the ground, lifted her foot, and stomped it with her high heel. ‘Oh, you are good, Mimi Norton! You’ve managed to make Elias Burnham so hopelessly devoted to you. Just you wait, I’m gonna make your life a living hell!’

“Stop!” Beatrice screams, snapping a bit into the insanity that is shaking her void. Creaking a crack to the blood moon, killing the crows one by one after its howl of pain and deception. Burning the dark forest and slowly, while turning the already decaying corpse like smell worst than anyone could ever imagine it could be. “No matter how you deny everything. The truth will always come to you like a howling crow in the middle of the night and as painful as a devil skinning you alive.”

“Beatrice is a great friend of mine. Thank you for helping her be with her mate; I mean, I wish she would have asked me or at least told me when she was leaving but-” “I think the only reason she sought my assistance was that I could offer her the miracle she sought.” I explain, trying my best not to think of her and her haunting words on love. Love I perhaps might never taste. “She is intelligent in that way.” Rebecca boasts before a frown creases her brows. “Why don’t you ever come to high teas?” “Oh…you wouldn’t want me there; I am a magnet for trouble.” She laughs at this, giving me no chance to assert the truth value of my statement before she leans in.

CHAPTER EIGHT The Significance of Words The reason for Eddie’s abrupt and discourteous departure is this: When he met Bryony’s eyes, he was nearly knocked down by the force of her soul. A sweet soul, to be sure, but a strong soul. A courageous and carefully optimistic soul, and a soul that would be forced to endure the most gruesome and unspeakable tragedy. She would be broken, and razored, and her pink lips and her soft fingers and the insides of her elbows, and oh, oh, oh! Her fate was carefully engraved onto the irises of her eyes with jewelers’ tools, and Eddie couldn’t deny what he saw. She seemed like such a nice girl, a delicate thing that had fallen down from the stars, and the horro

A collective gasp echoed through the room. Beatrice smiled at Byron and said, "I always tried to remember that you’re still my biological father, no matter how you treat me. But you think I’m just an obstacle in your life. When you've cleared all those obstacles, you’ll realize that there's no longer hope for a life ahead of you."

Athena said and Beatrice nodded. "I arrived with the Lord." She answered to have the other Lady nod. "Ha! I heard that a young Lady had moved in with the Lord. Couldn't wait for the knot to be tied? There's a saying that if you rush Life. Life will in turn rush you." He said to have her nod. "That is why I have begun to take life slowly Athena. I do not wish for Life to rush me. I am already rushed by life as it stands." She said to have the smile fall off the other woman's lips.

Her comments felt like a death sentence as they weighed heavily on my chest. Evans flexed his fingers next to me. "What if she doesn't make a decision?" Briony spoke quietly, giving a cold chuckle. "Then she dies.” I could barely talk when Evans finally broke out, her tone filled with pain and shattered heart. “But Briony. What have I done to you that you turn act so cold towards me.” She said, trying to stealth the dewy-eyes that she possessed.

AMBER The next days, Brittany walked to me and confronted me. rittany, once the queen of elegance, stood before me, her eyes ablaze with defiance. But I was unyielding, my resolve as unbreakable as steel. She thought she could outwit me, outmaneuver my revenge, but she had underestimated the depth of my determination. "You think you can ruin me?" Brittany's voice was a mix of anger and desperation. "I won't let you destroy everything I've built!"

"And why do you think i can do it" "Because I trust you" The moment Brandon said those words it boosted Beatrice morale. "Three, two, one......" TBC