By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
EMILY BRONTE
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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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Terror made me cruel.
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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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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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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!
EMILY BRONTE