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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Emily Bronte

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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Effort Inspirational Myself Result Silence Work
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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Haunt Kill Live Myself
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
A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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Chance Leaving Person Run Work
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Children Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
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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Bloom Constant Friendship Love Rose Wild
And, 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?
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Anger Dare Divine Drinking Empty Engagement Memories Myself Pain Seek World
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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Face Goodness Heart Ugly Worst
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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Effort Myself Repair Trouble
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
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Dreams Earth Inspirational Lonely Yourself
I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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Equality Faith Glory Heaven See Shine
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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Loud Night Play Wild Wind Winter
She burned too bright for this world.
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Bright Burn Herself Instagram Captions World
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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Endurance Enemy Grave Last Sleep Strong
No coward soul is mine.
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Coward Myself One Liner Soul
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Identity Myself Sleep Time
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
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Dreams Life Myself Stay
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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Beyond Existence Expression Yourself
It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Compare Feeling Himself Social
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
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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Avoid Hate Love Myself Strange Thinking
I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Choice Dirty Myself
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Autumn Bliss Leaves Talk Tree
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Burn Cruelty Ice Myself Water Yourself
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
EMILY BRONTE

Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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