It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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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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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Terror made me cruel.
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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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A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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 wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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