A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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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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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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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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’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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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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She burned too bright for this world.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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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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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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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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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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