In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
EMILY BRONTEI see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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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.
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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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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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I never told my love vocally still.
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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 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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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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 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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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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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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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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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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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