I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Terror made me cruel.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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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.
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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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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?
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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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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