I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
EMILY BRONTENay, 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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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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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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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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No coward soul is mine.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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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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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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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.
EMILY BRONTE