I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
EMILY BRONTEYou have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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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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No coward soul is mine.
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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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I never told my love vocally still.
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I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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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 despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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