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G. P. Putnam's sons, 1899 - 308 páginas
 

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Página 103 - Literature cannot be the business of a woman's life, and it ought not to be. The more she is engaged in her proper duties, the less leisure will she have for it even as an accomplishment and a recreation.
Página 201 - 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 was inexorable to the flesh; from the trembling hand, the unnerved limbs, the fading eyes, the same service was exacted as they had rendered in health. To stand by and witness this, and not dare to remonstrate, was a pain no words can render.
Página 165 - There was a time when Haworth was a very pleasant place to me ; it is not so now. I feel as if we were all buried here. I long to travel ; to work ; to live a life of action.
Página 34 - When my children were very young, when, as far as I can remember, the oldest was about ten years of age, and the youngest about four, thinking that they knew more than I had yet discovered, in order to make them speak with less timidity, I deemed that if they were put under a sort of cover I might gain my end; and happening to have a mask in the house, I told them all to stand and speak boldly from under cover of the mask.
Página 214 - She is (as she calls herself) undeveloped, thin, and more than half a head shorter than I am ; soft brown hair, not very dark ; eyes (very good and expressive, looking straight and open at you) of the same colour as her hair ; a large mouth ; the forehead square, broad, and rather overhanging. She has a very sweet voice...
Página 79 - I either write, read, or do a little fancy work, or draw, as I please. Thus, in one delightful, though somewhat monotonous course, my life is passed.
Página 16 - My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; - out of a sullen hollow in a livid hill-side, her mind could make an Eden.
Página 43 - ... children, we had scarcely sufficient to keep alive a delicate invalid. From this deficiency of nourishment resulted an abuse, which pressed hardly on the younger pupils : whenever the famished great girls had an opportunity, they would coax or menace the little ones out of their portion. Many a time I have shared between two claimants the precious morsel of brown bread distributed at tea-time ; and after relinquishing to a third, half the contents of my mug of coffee, I have swallowed the remainder...
Página 58 - I will write about you no more. This is an autumn evening, wet and wild. There is only one cloud in the sky; but it curtains it from pole to pole. The wind cannot rest: it hurries sobbing over hills of sullen outline, colourless with twilight and mist. Rain has beat all day on that church tower...

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