Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
EMILY BRONTEGood words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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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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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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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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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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No coward soul is mine.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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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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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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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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