Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way. And don&#39;t pray when it rains if you don&#39;t pray when the sun shines.

Painters must speak through paint, not through words.

If everyone knew exactly what I was going to say, then there would be no point in my saying it, would there?

Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.

Written By Emily Brontë

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