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?
EMILY BRONTEProud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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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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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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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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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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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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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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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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’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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