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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

Emily Bronte

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
EMILY BRONTE

Compare Feeling Himself Social
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
EMILY BRONTE

Destruction Himself Slave
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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Effort Myself Repair Trouble
I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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Equality Faith Glory Heaven See Shine
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
EMILY BRONTE

Country Myself Run Travel
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Death Live Value
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
EMILY BRONTE

Face Goodness Heart Ugly Worst
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Leadership Myself Nature Walk
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Herself Leaving Myself Name Relationship Sister
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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Loud Night Play Wild Wind Winter
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
EMILY BRONTE

Cruelty Forgiveness God Learning People Punishment
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
EMILY BRONTE

Identity Myself Sleep Time
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.
EMILY BRONTE

Bitter Hard Life Survive Voice Yourself
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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Afraid Mindset People Proud Sad Sorrow Touch Yourself
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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Art Breathe Death Destroy Room
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.
EMILY BRONTE

Action Head Himself Love Togetherness Touch Word

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

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