violetephemera:

literature meme: [2/10] prose↳ The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë (1848)

“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.”

violetephemera:

literature meme: [2/10] prose
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë (1848)

“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.”

"I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes."
— Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters
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backfromthedeadred:

Life on the Moors | A mix for the Brontë sisters: Charlotte, Emily, and Anne.

Opening: Life on the Moors // Dario Marianelli (Instrumental)
Charlotte: Winter Fields // Bat for Lashes | Loud and Clear // Unwoman | Nowhere to Go // Lisa Hannigan | Our Farewell // Within Temptation
Interlude: The Cellae // Jonna Enckell (Instrumental)
Emily: Shalott // Emilie Autumn | Ash Tree Lane // MS MR | The Moths Are Real // Serafina Steer | Fear and Loathing // Marina & the Diamonds
Interlude: 4 o’clock Reprise // Emilie Autumn (Instrumental)
Anne: Father Father // Susanne Sundfør | Morning Light // Priscilla Hernandez | The Rose // Sarah Slean | Eva // Nightwish
Closing: The Moors // Ruth Barrett (Instrumental)

backfromthedeadred:

Life on the MoorsA mix for the Brontë sisters: Charlotte, Emily, and Anne.

Opening: Life on the Moors // Dario Marianelli (Instrumental)

Charlotte: Winter Fields // Bat for Lashes | Loud and Clear // Unwoman | Nowhere to Go // Lisa Hannigan | Our Farewell // Within Temptation

Interlude: The Cellae // Jonna Enckell (Instrumental)

Emily: Shalott // Emilie Autumn | Ash Tree Lane // MS MR | The Moths Are Real // Serafina Steer | Fear and Loathing // Marina & the Diamonds

Interlude: 4 o’clock Reprise // Emilie Autumn (Instrumental)

Anne: Father Father // Susanne Sundfør | Morning Light // Priscilla Hernandez | The Rose // Sarah Slean | Eva // Nightwish

Closing: The Moors // Ruth Barrett (Instrumental)

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I was sorry for her; I was amazed, disgusted at her heartless vanity; I wondered why so much beauty should be given to those who made so bad a use of it, and denied to some who would make it a benefit to both themselves and others.

But, God knows best, I concluded. There are, I suppose, some men as vain, as selfish, and as heartless as she is, and, perhaps, such women may be useful to punish them.

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— Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey (via whimsies-emiliecatherine)
"If a woman is fair and amiable, she is praised for both qualities, but especially the former, by the bulk of mankind: if, on the other hand, she is disagreeable in person and character, her plainness is commonly inveighed against as her greatest crime, because, to common observers, it gives the greatest offence; while, if she is plain and good, provided she is a person of retired manners and secluded life, no one ever knows of her goodness, except her immediate connections"
— Brontë, Anne. “Agnes Grey.” (via abookishtype)
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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)

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…she died without sever struggle - resigned - trusting in God - thankful for release from a suffering life - deeply assured that a better existence lay before her - She believed - she hoped, and declared her belief and hope with her last breath. - Her quiet - Christian death did not rend my heart as Emily’s stern, simply, undemonstrative end did - 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 hourly 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.

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— Charlotte Bronte in a letter written a few days after Anne’s death.
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