I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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 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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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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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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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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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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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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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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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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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