I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
EMILY BRONTENonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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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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She burned too bright for this world.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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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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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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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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