“ It was nothing less than murder, in her eyes ”
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
~ Emily Brontë
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
