I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
EMILY BRONTELast night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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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.
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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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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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 clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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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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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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