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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

Emily Bronte

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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Autumn Black Darkness Old Wind
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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Action Head Himself Love Togetherness Touch Word
Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Blessing Earth Heaven Reserve
A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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Forever Freedom Hope Life Night Offering
In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Change Happiness Life Secret Tears
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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Afraid Mindset People Proud Sad Sorrow Touch Yourself
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Alone Greedy People Strange World
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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Brother Doubt God Love Mom Myself Prayer Worst
You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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Alone Death Feeling Struggle Yourself
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Collection Existence Herself Lose Myself World
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Dreams Life Myself Stay
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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Ability Day Love Measurement Myself Power
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hate Himself Memories Myself Remember
I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Better Himself Live Love Misery Night Prayer
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Common Joy Melancholy Sweet Time

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

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