How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
EMILY BRONTEI have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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