• Emily Brontë Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
    Emily Brontë
    British writer, poet 1818-1848
    - +
     0
Loading...
Emily Brontë - Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main. by : Emily Brontë
X
forest hills-sunrise lake-forest mountains-with-lake plant-drops purple-flower river-forest road-with-clouds sky-stars straat-stad sun-over-waterfall yellow-wheat z-love-children-sun z-love-geliefdes-zon z-love-hands-sun z-love-hands z-love-leaves z-love-parijs z-love-small-hearts z-love-zwanen

Font size:

20 px 24 px 28 px 32 px 40 px 48 px

Font type:

Arial TNR Verdana Courier New Comic Monospace

Color:

White Blue Red Yellow Green Black

Shade:

None White Black
forest Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
- Emily Brontë Greatest-Quotations.com