If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
EMILY BRONTEHeaven 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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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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Terror made me cruel.
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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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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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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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No coward soul is mine.
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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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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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