Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
EMILY BRONTEAnd, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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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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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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