I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
EMILY BRONTEIf 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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Terror made me cruel.
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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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