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?
EMILY BRONTEThough earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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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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You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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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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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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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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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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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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