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.
EMILY BRONTEYour presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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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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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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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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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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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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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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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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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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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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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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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 never told my love vocally still.
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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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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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