I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
EMILY BRONTEIt is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Terror made me cruel.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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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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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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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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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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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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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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