Terror made me cruel.
EMILY BRONTEHereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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There 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.
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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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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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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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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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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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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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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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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 gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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