“Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.” – Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House (1959)

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me;” Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (1847)

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” – Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)