Quote by Emily Brontë Download Open image ““One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten.”” — Emily Brontë ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“You should never lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning long gone before that time. A person who has not done… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“The young seldom lie convincingly. They haven’t had time to practise like the rest of us.” — P.D. James Copy Share Image
“Give me a number between one and ten.” “Two.” “Forget that, then. Between five and ten.” “Seven.” “That’s how many times you’re coming before… — C.D. Reiss Copy Share Image
“It's been my experience when you lie things work out in such a way that you are obliged to tell many more lies to… — Astrid Yrigollen Copy Share Image
“Don't be so timid! When you were a child, didn't you speak out the truth that the oldest ones kept secret? Well, you were… — Amin Maalouf Copy Share Image
“If you’re honest all the time for ten years, but then tell one lie, those ten years have meant nothing. Your integrity is lost.” — C.J. Petit Copy Share Image
“TRUTH comes easier when you're nine years old, too. Everything's a lot less complicated. This or that. Us or them. Truth or lie.” — Warren Ellis Copy Share Image
“Never let your tiny age misguide you to think the time is not yet up. Get up and do it at any age.” — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
He is more myself than I am. Whatever our two souls are made of, his and mine are the same. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day. — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself. I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me, frequently; and then I feel so cross and bitter, I hate everybody! I am worthless, and bad in temper, and bad in spirit, almost always; and, if… — Emily Brontë Copy Share
The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in - let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of LINTON? I had read EARNSHAW twenty… — Emily Bronte Copy Share
“It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
