When you’re young, you’re afraid of being alone. Solitude is a burden and you...– Steven Patrick Morrissey
And, since she had given so much to people, she felt, resting her head on her...– Virginia Woolf, Together & Apart
I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.– Virginia Woolf
When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks...– Fernando Pessoa (via foudre)
underparasols-deactivated201109 asked: You, like Elizabeth and Jane, seem excellent at being alone. And I am convinced you possess a delight that only few have ever seen, heard, or touched. A swan that emerges covered in salt, after a tear evaporates. There is a sadness, too. Yes. A sadness. One that sleeps beneath your collar bone. Both of those characters know sadness, in a different forms.
underparasols-deactivated201109 asked: A little of Miss Eyre, a little of Miss E. Bennett.
Tell me what fictional character I remind you of.
Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart...– Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
I’m ill, and not feeling great at all — but my day has consisted of baking, Vivaldi and tea.
Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.– George Gordon Byron
Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It...– Edith Sitwell, Taken Care Of: The Autobiography of Edith Sitwell (1965)
If there aren’t any skeletons in a man’s closet, there’s...– Unknown
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And...– George Gordon Byron, She Walks In Beauty
Converse with me. xxx
Anonymous asked: whats the song that plays on your page called?
A Hazy Shade Of Winter - Simon & Garfunkel
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all...– Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
This is perhaps a fitting time to give some personal description of Miss Brontë....– Elizabeth Gaskell, The Life of Charlotte Brontë
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree — The...– Emily Brontë