I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
EMILY BRONTEThe old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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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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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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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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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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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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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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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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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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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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