We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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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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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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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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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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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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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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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.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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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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