Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTEI have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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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 gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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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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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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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. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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