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.
EMILY BRONTEThe night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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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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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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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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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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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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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