Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
EMILY BRONTEI never told my love vocally still.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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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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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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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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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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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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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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She burned too bright for this world.
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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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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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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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