I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
EMILY BRONTEI have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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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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 strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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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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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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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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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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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