Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
EMILY BRONTEYes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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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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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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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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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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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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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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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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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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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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