In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
EMILY BRONTEBe 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!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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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 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’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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Terror made me cruel.
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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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