"Beneath the tides of sleep and time, strange fish are moving."
"Then came human beings, they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to. Thus I progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality. All those books barely read, those friends barely loved, those cities barely visited, those women barely possessed! I went through the gestures out of boredom or absent-mindedness. Then came the human beings, they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate – for them. As for me, I forgot. I never remembered anything but myself."
Sweetheart, your feelings are more important, of course. Of course. Everyone that wanted everything that we would take from them, I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know. Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me. No. Don’t. Okay.
Letter written by Charlotte Bronte to her sister Emily, after Emily’s death: