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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Emily Bronte

Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Blessing Earth Heaven Reserve
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Forgiveness Struggle Yourself
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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Desire Forget Hope Love Myself World Wrong Youth
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Alone Greedy People Strange World
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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Love Myself Necessary Representation Visible
Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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Action Evidence Fear Forget Goodness Myself Remember Resolution Word
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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Cold Deep Earth Forgot Grave Love Service Wave
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 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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Action Head Himself Love Togetherness Touch Word
Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Breathe Imagination Quiet Sleep Wonder
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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Death Destroy Destruction Feeling Heart Himself Myself People Power
No coward soul is mine.
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Coward Myself One Liner Soul
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Autumn Bliss Leaves Talk Tree
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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Afraid Mindset People Proud Sad Sorrow Touch Yourself
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Children Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

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