Her yearning nature was constitutional. Something vital seemed unreachable for her, as if she were trapped and meaning happened on the other side of a wall. Occasionally she had access to what she desired, and then existential delight flooded her. For the most part, though, she looked for more and more—whatever she had, it wasn't enough. From this seam of insatiability (or dispossession) she mined the ore of her art.

Deborah Lutz

This Dark Night, Emily Brontë, A Life