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.
EMILY BRONTEWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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.
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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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’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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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
EMILY BRONTE