“There is such a thing as looking through a person’s eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another’s soul in one hour, than it might take you a lifetime to discover, if he or she were not disposed to reveal it, – or if you had not the sense to understand it.”
“From the hour she came downstairs till the hour she went to bed, we had not a minute’s security that she wouldn’t be in mischief." Wuthering Heights
AND FIERCE IMPATIENT ENDS / an instrumental mix of music, inspired by the general atmosphere of a bronte novel (requested by hallsofvalhalla)
01. String Quartet No. 14 in D Minor (“Death and the Maiden”): I. Allegro - Franz Schubert
02. Préludes op.28, N°24 en ré mineur - Frédéric Chopin
03. In Principio - Ludovico Einaudi
04. Canon per Augmentationem in Contrario Motu - J. S. Bach
05. Suspicion - Javier Navarrete
06. Violin Concerto in A Minor (“L’Estro Armonico #6”): II. Largo - Antonio Vivaldi
07. Hoarfrost - Danny Norbury
08. End Titles - Angelo Badalamenti
09. Les Érinnyes: Élégie for Cello - Jules Massenet
10. The Half Killed - Dario Marianelli
11. Found Song for P. - Max Richter
↳ Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”
"It made you very sad then to lose your friend?" said he.
"It kills me to be forgotten, Monsieur," I said.
For Lucy Snowe - orphan, confidant, inoffensive shadow
↳ Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
“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! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you.”
Charlotte Brontë celebrated with a birthday Google Doodle. Brontë was born on 21 April 1816 in Thornton, Yorkshire, the third of six children.
Charlotte and Emily Brontë gave us romanticised, byronic heroes, but Anne refused to wear rose-tinted glasses when dealing with male alcoholism and brutality