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?
EMILY BRONTEThe 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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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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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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No coward soul is mine.
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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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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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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.
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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 have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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