A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
EMILY BRONTEWe must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned 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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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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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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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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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