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“My sister Emily first declined. The details of her illness are deep-branded in my memory, but to dwell on them, either in thought or narrative, is not in my power. Never in all her life had she lingered over any task that lay before her, and she did not linger now. She sank rapidly. She made haste to leave us. Yet, while physically she perished, mentally, she grew stronger than we had yet known her. Day by day, when I saw with what a front she met suffering, I looked on her with anguish of wonder and love. I have seen nothing like it; but, indeed, I have never seen her parallel in anything. Stronger than a man, simpler than a child, her nature stood alone. The awful point was, that, while full of ruth for others, on herself she had no pity; the spirit inexorable to the flesh; from the trembling hand, the unnerved limbs, the faded eyes, the same service exacted as they had rendered in health. To stand by and witness this, and not dare to remonstrate, was pain no words can render.”

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Author:Charlotte Brontë
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“Ahora me doy cuenta de lo cruel que has sido conmigo, de lo falsa y cruel que has sido. ¿Por qué me despreciaste? ¿Por qué traicionaste, Cathy, a tu propio corazón? No puedo tener una sola palabra de consuelo para tí; te mereces lo que te pasa. Eres tú quien se ha matado a sí misma. Sí, puedes abrazarme y llorar cuanto quieras, puedes provocar mis lágrimas y mis besos, pero ellos serán tu ruina y tu perdición. Si me amabas, ¿en nombre de qué ley me abandonaste? ¿En nombre de la mezquina ilusión que despertó en ti Linton? Dímelo. Porque tú misma, por voluntad propia, hiciste lo que ni la desgracia, ni el envilecimiento, no la muerte, ni nada de lo que Dios o el Diablo nos pudieran infligir habría logrado en su empeño de separarnos. No he sido yo quien ha roto tu corazón, te lo has roto tú misma, y al hacerlo has destrozado, de paso, el mío. Y la peor parte me toca a mí, porque aún tengo fortaleza. ¿Crees que me apetece vivir? ¿Qué clase de vida podrá ser la mía cuando tú...? ¡Oh, Dios Mío! ¿Acaso te gustaría a ti vivir si te encerraran el alma en una tumba?»”

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Author:Emily Brontë
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“Oliver was Oliver,' I said, as if that summed things up. 'Parce que c'était lui, parce que c'était moi,' my father added, quoting Montaigne's all-encompassing explanation for his friendship with Etienne de la Boétie. I was thinking, instead, of Emily Brontë's words: because 'he's more myself than I am.”

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Book:Call Me by Your Name
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“I have no objection whatever to your representing me as a little eccentric, since you and your learned friends would have it so; only don't set me on in my fury to burning hearthrugs, sawing the backs off chairs, and tearing my wife's silk gowns... Had I been numbered amongst the calm, concentric men of the world, I should not have been as I now am, and I should in all probability never have had such children as mine have been.”

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Author:Patrick Brontë
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“I know more about Emily Bronte than anyone I know. I know enough about her family to have been a part. I’ve walked with her on her damp luscious lonely moors, watched her strain to write on miniscule scraps of paper, seen her hide her works from prying eyes. I’ve brooded alongside her and participated in her taciturnity. Before her death at the ripe old age of 30, I nursed her from the things that ultimately killed her: tuberculosis with a side order of Victorian thinking.”

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Book:On Being a Rat and Other Observations
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“What do you think is my favourite book? Just now, I mean; I change every three days. "Wuthering Heights." Emily Bronte was quite young when she wrote it, and had never been outside of Haworth churchyard. She had never known any men in her life; how could she imagine a man like Heathcliff? I couldn't do it, and I'm quite young and never outside the John Grier Asylum - I've had every chance in the world. Sometimes a dreadful fear comes over me that I'm not a genius. Will you be awfully disappointed, Daddy, if I don't turn out to be a great author?”

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Book:Daddy-Long-Legs
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“It was somehow fitting that the true beginning and the end of a life occurred in the same sacred house. Anne would have praised God and Emily would have laughed. On this day, their presence was fully with me, and I am sure that Charlotte—now kissing the man she loved despite everything the world had thrown at her—felt the same twined souls invisibly at her side.”

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Book:The Misses Brontë's Establishment
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