They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
EMILY BRONTEProud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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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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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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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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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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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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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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