In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
EMILY BRONTETerror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Terror made me cruel.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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