You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
EMILY BRONTETreachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Terror made me cruel.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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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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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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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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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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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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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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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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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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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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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