The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
EMILY BRONTEI cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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No coward soul is mine.
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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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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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I never told my love vocally still.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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