I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
EMILY BRONTEA good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with 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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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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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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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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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.
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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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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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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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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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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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