We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
EMILY BRONTEThey forgot everything the minute they were together again.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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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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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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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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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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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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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 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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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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