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.
EMILY BRONTEI despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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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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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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No coward soul is mine.
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