他的悲伤是哭不出来的那种。他既不哭泣，也不祷告，他只是又是诅咒，又是反抗――他恨透了上帝和人类，他放纵自己，恣意过起了放荡的生活。

And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!"

— 艾米莉·勃朗特 《The Old Stoic》

In secret pleasure - secret tears This changeful life has slipped away As friendless after eighteen years As lone as on my natal day

— 艾米莉·勃朗特 《I am the only being whose doom》

If you don't get on top of this habit when things don't go right for you, if you can't exercise some restraint,then it'll take over your life. 如果你不能改掉这个习惯，当事实不如你意的时候，如果你没有节制，那它就会夺走你的人生。

— 艾米莉·勃朗特 《隐于书后》