Emily Bronte Quotes

I've been thinking about forever

I was born with a romantic nature, and I'll carry it to my grave.

Love always ends differently and it always begins differently - especially with me.

I feel about romance the same way I do about a vocation: it's a calling. You have an inner intuition, an inner 'yes.' I don't know if it's destined or not, but certainly I couldn't imagine being the person I am today without the romantic experiences I've had.

I don't like to think of myself as just a person. I don't think I am. I think I existed before, and I think I'll exist again after I die here, so I don't exactly know what I am. I don't think there is ever going to be an answer. I just know that I'm not like you.

I shall not altogether die.

I know that is absolutely true for people when they are young - you don't want to be alive if the things that you love in your life aren't there.

I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.

Just as I shall lie alone in the grave, so, in essence, do I live alone.

Life and death are like inhalation and exhalation. They always exist together.

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

Once you're alive, you can't ever be dead.

Wage war on death. Live for love.

We are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Everything in-between is a gift.

You are permanent, but this life is not.

When you loved me I gave you the whole sun and stars to play with. I gave you eternity in a single moment, strength of the mountains in one clasp of your arms, and the volume of all the seas in one impulse of your soul.

Lives are only one with living. How dare we, in our egos, claim catastrophe in the rise and fall of the individual entity? There is only Life, and we are beads strung on its strong and endless thread.

Narrow The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates, The life that wears, the spirit that creates One object, and one form, and builds thereby A sepulchre for its eternity.

Nothing that was real ever died, only names, forms, and illusions.

I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.

The concept of time shuts off eternity.

We are all dropped into our lives on this planet with a limited amount of time and cosmic understanding, yet we know one thing for certain: we wish to live. We share this yearning for life and love with all the beings that fly, grow, slither or swim amongst us.

Till I loved I never lived.