I never told my love vocally still.
EMILY BRONTEProud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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 can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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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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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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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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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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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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