Bronte Quotes Novels & Stories

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." ~Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte Anthony "Hey." Matteo smiled as he walked into my office with a tray food in his hands. "Hi." I responded with all my attention still focused on the file I was going through. "Mum told me to bring you dinner." he spoke "Is the shit you smoke now affecting your eyesight too." I snarled as he almost put the tray on my paperwork.

“It’s funny how tightly words can stick to you, even if you try with all your might to shake them off.” Queen Leonora rested a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Then don’t waste your energy trying to shake them off,” she said, taking me by surprise. “Instead, write even bigger words on top of them, or next to them, or wherever you’d like. Keep them, and let yourself see just how wrong they were to say that to you.” I blinked, squeezing the bracelet tucked within my hands. “I will.” With a few parting words, Queen Leonora left to go speak with some of the older women who’d been waiting for her. And when Charlotte passed by with her arms full of sketchbooks and art supplies, I couldn’t help but

They shrieked in unison with red faces while Sammy giggled in her seat. “Is there an echo in here or do the two of you need a dictionary to understand what that word means? Honestly, I have a fucking headache now.” Bridgette huffed annoyance and anger rolling off of her in waves. “How dare you!” Yelled the brunette once she finally recovered from the shock. “I’ll kill you! No one insults me like that!”

And her heart fluttered hearing him. She remembered a quote by Christian Medina, ‘If you love her, you’ll respect her light and her darkness, her fire, and her rain.’ “Bolt, Artemis, you can freshen up too,” Caroline suggested. Bolt turned his turned and nodded his head before reaching near and giving an open-mouth kiss for a few minutes before walking into the room. Caroline smiled and shook her head at his behavior. She was glad that she hadn’t applied any makeup, or he would have ruined it for sure.

In her hand was a crystal glass of amber liquid, which she swirled slowly as she watched him approach. "You look nervous, Bram," she said, her voice a smooth, dangerous purr. "Did you think yesterday was a one-time settlement? Your debt is a living thing. It grows while you sleep." "I'm here to work, Beatrice," Bram said, his eyes traitorously dropping to the dark shadow between her thighs visible through the silk.

I hope with every inch of me that I don't sound selfish everytime I wished that he would stay back, I'm just not ready to let a good thing go. I checked the little box he gave to me in the car that day, and it was a locket. It had a portrait that he sneak took of me on our third date on one side of the locket, and my favorite quote on the other side: “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”_Williams Shakespeare (The tempest). It made me smile so much that I forgot he was going to leave, and it made me realize I didn't want to lose Bryan.

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.”

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.

I said getting ready to leave the study room " Bronte, will you be a sweetheart and show me what you were suggesting?" " Sure," she replied " Follow me."

"I have been quoting it, without attribution, in places where the attribution would have required more explanation than the quote could carry." Ernest looked at her. She was looking at the road with the quality of someone who had been thinking seriously about a thing for some time. He thought about the first time he had met Caroline, in London in the second year, when she had been wary of him and of the arrangement and of what her brother was doing in the country with a man she did not know. He thought about the second visit, in the fourth year, when she had begun to ask questions about the book and the estate and the shape of the days. He thought about the third visit, in the seventh year,