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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

Emily Bronte

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.
EMILY BRONTE

Himself Ignorance Love Mindset Myself Soul
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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Bloom Constant Friendship Love Rose Wild
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Existence Forget Myself Yourself
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.
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Face Goodness Heart Ugly Worst
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hate Himself Memories Myself Remember
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Children Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Alone Greedy People Strange World
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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Choice Dog Exception Understand Woman
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Plants Worth
Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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Endurance Enemy Grave Last Sleep Strong
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.
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Better Himself Live Love Misery Night Prayer
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Identity Myself Sleep Time
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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Loud Night Play Wild Wind Winter
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
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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Beautiful Calm Earth Feed Heaven Nature Soft
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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Cruelty Forgiveness God Learning People Punishment
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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Angel Angry Break Earth Heart Heaven Home Joy Myself Wake Up
Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Action Hide Honesty One Liner People
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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Eyes Feeling Forgiveness Hands Hard Love Murder Myself See Wasted
I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Choice Dirty Myself
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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Company Happiness Himself Man Myself Pleasure Quite Seek Sensible
You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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Care Friendship Hard Satisfaction Yourself
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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Art Breathe Death Destroy Room
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!
EMILY BRONTE

Drive Form Life Live Mad Myself Soul Togetherness
You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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Alone Death Feeling Struggle Yourself

He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

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