Bronte Quotes Novels & Stories

“Stay on the edge of the abyss, survey the scene for longer than is tolerable, understand the precise contours of your feelings, the exact distance of their depth, the way the ground pushes against the bottom of your feet. Live!” I close my eyes and the book. Beatrice’s face lingers beneath my closed eyelids. The wind brings back her voice, “Start living. Find love.” My fingertips brush over the hard cover. I wish real life were a book. I doubt any character would be as stupid as me. The wind blows harder. I look up to see clouds swirling overhead, twisting, turning, and moving in every direction. It seems they will never stop. My heartache will never stop if I don't take a risk and start li

Instead, she set her water glass down on a marble plinth and turned to face Beatrice with a calm that was far more terrifying than anger. "The medical costs are a rounding error in a company that generates nine figures in quarterly profit, Beatrice," Bella said. Her voice carried clearly through the quiet room. "And as for robustness, I find that character is often forged in the struggles we survive, rather than the privileges we are handed. Don't you agree?" Beatrice blinked, her mouth opening and closing like a landed fish. Julian let out a short, dry cackle. "She has teeth, Dante," the old man whispered. "I’ll give her that."

The woman complimented, them as they began to eat. "Her skin shines because she's a vampire Mom, don't compliment too much.." The young Miss of the Cullen's said, with a huff. "And who asked you to jab your mouth to the matter Lady Athena?" Mel was quick to retort. "And who said I couldn't, seeing that your sister here is all about talk and pleasantries." The young Miss said, shaking her head as she glared at Beatrice. "No wonder your forehead looks bigger than your head, cause you jab into matter that does not concern you," Melinda said.

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.

There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going. "Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever." A quote from Lord Henry. Lucia sighed, Lord Henry was indeed a cynical character especially to the matters of love but was it a crime that she hoped her first love would be her last love that her it would last forever. Was it wrong that thinking about him and every little moment they shared made her skin quiver. Thinking about him gave her mixed emotions. It was so hard, extremely hard. They say time heals all wounds but

Bronte said as he considered something. Award said, "Would you say you are f*cking moronic? In the event that you don't get the key, would you say you are standing by to bite the dust here? Perhaps you need to kick the bucket, yet I don't! There are a ton of things that I haven't done at this point! My family is so rich, and I haven't delighted throughout everyday life yet! I can't bite the dust!" "Check this out! Perhaps we can attempt to switch off this machine!" Bronte said.

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!"

"You were meant to be a queen. You were meant to have the world at your feet, not a landlord at your door. I am going to destroy every person who had a hand in that night. Every lie, every bribe, every whispered threat. Starting with the woman who gave me life." ​Beatrice Thorne sat in the solarium, the morning sun streaming through the glass walls to illuminate her perfectly coiffed hair. She was sipping tea from a delicate Meissen cup as if the house hadn't nearly become a funeral pyre forty-eight hours ago. When Julian and Elara entered, the air in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. Beatrice didn't even look up from her saucer.

She looked between the both of us. Braxton chuckled. “That’s actually poetic.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s vague. What the hell does that even mean?” She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Exactly. I thought maybe we could brainstorm together?” “Sure,” Braxton said easily. “Let’s see…” He paced slowly, repeating the lines under his breath. “Petals, vows, wind… that sounds like something outdoors. Maybe a park or a beach?” I crossed my arms. “You’re just guessing.”

"I could easily forgive his pride if he had not mortified mine." -Jane Austen. (Pride & Prejudice) Violet I woke up with a raging headache and doors slamming shut in the house. When I managed to sit up, I found I was nakèd under the blanket and there was a note with pills waiting for me to down with the glass of water. I picked up the note and read his words, “We need to talk.”