I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
EMILY BRONTEThe entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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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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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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Good 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.
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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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No coward soul is mine.
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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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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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