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!
EMILY BRONTESweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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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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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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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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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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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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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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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 have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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