By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
EMILY BRONTEI’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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 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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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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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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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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 understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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