The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
EMILY BRONTEThere is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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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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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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 see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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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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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
EMILY BRONTE







