Par le pouvoir d'un mot je recommence ma vie


Girl. 18. Italy. I need to express myself in some way.
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To feel my hand so kindly prest / To know myself beloved at last / To think my heart has found a rest / My life of solitude is past! / But then to wake and find it flown / The dream of happiness destroyed / To find myself unloved, alone / What tongue can speak the dreary void? / A heart whence warm affections flow / Creator, thou hast given to me / And am I only thus to know / How sweet the joys of love would be? - Anne Brontë (Dreams)

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind - Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)

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! - Charlotte Brontë (Jane Eyre)


"I let Anne go to God and felt He had a right to her[.] I could hardly let Emily go – I wanted to hold her back then – and I want her back now – Anne, from her childhood seemed preparing for an early death – Emily’s spirit seemed strong enough to bear her to fulness of years – They are both gone – and so is poor Branwell – and Papa has now me only – the weakest – puniest – least promising of his six children – Consumption has taken the whole five."  - Charlotte Brontë, on the death of her siblings Anne, Emily and Branwell. (via sansaofstark)


To feel my hand so kindly prest / To know myself beloved at last / To think my heart has found a rest / My life of solitude is past! / But then to wake and find it flown / The dream of happiness destroyed / To find myself unloved, alone / What tongue can speak the dreary void? / A heart whence warm affections flow / Creator, thou hast given to me / And am I only thus to know / How sweet the joys of love would be? - Anne Brontë (Dreams)

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind - Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)

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! - Charlotte Brontë (Jane Eyre)


Les Soeurs Brontë, 1979

Les Soeurs Brontë, 1979


christineandthemachine: Haworth Parsonage

christineandthemachine:

Haworth Parsonage



Ladylindy’s literary crushes (no order) » T h e  B r o n t ë  S i s t e r s


theredshoes: Manuscript page from Villette

theredshoes:

Manuscript page from Villette


"But it was not enough for Emily Brontë to write a few lyrics, to utter a cry, to express a creed. In her poems she did this once and for all, and her poems will perhaps outlast her novel. But she was novelist as well as poet. She must take upon herself a more laborious and a more ungrateful task. She must face the fact of other existences, grapple with the mechanism of external things, build up, in recognisable shape, farms and houses and report the speeches of men and women who existed independently of herself. And so we reach these summits of emotion not by rant or rhapsody but by hearing a girl sing old songs to herself as she rocks in the branches of a tree; by watching the moor sheep crop the turf; by listening to the soft wind breathing through the grass."  - Virginia Woolf on Emily Brontë, The Common Reader


Marry Me Young on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/9815899

Marry Me Young on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/9815899


Lari’s Freak World on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/11075418

Lari’s Freak World on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/11075418



Jane Eyre - - Re-creation by ~riogirl9909

Jane Eyre - - Re-creation by ~riogirl9909


Plase have a look at my new profile pic, and cry of joy. 


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