I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
EMILY BRONTEI 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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 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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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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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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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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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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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’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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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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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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