Tag Archives: Emily Brontë

quotation: “Honest people don’t hide their deeds.” Emily Bronte (1818-1848)


Honest people don’t hide their deeds.

Emily Bronte (1818-1848) Discuss

 

quotation: I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal… Emily Bronte


I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal…

Emily Bronte (1818-1848) Discuss

QUOTATION: Charlotte Bronte


Look twice before you leap.

Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855) Discuss

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QUOTATION: Charlotte Bronte


Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow firm there, firm as weeds among stones.

Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855) Discuss

 

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QUOTATION: Charlotte Bronte


I don’t think, sir, you have a right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.

Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855) Discuss

 

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Quotation: Emily Bronte on treachery and violence


Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

Emily Bronte (1818-1848) Discuss

Today’s Quotation: Jane Austen (1775-1817)


 

If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory…The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak…We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.

Jane Austen (1775-1817) Discuss

My take on this:

We are a memory: A physiological memory beyond the individual’s own life experiences. Like migratory birds that have the memory of their annual migration, we are altogether the actualization and reenactment of all we have memorized. When everything else become unfamiliar, we act upon the ancestral memory built in everyone of us. Instinct is a ancestral package of fundamental memory, still memory.

our own memories are indeed a treasured virtual manuscript: Some share it as stories, some write about it, some others compose music, based on it. In a form or another we all want to share it, and pass it on.