I 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.
EMILY BRONTEWhat kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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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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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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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’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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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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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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