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.
EMILY BRONTEWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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 am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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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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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTE







