Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
EMILY BRONTENo coward soul is mine.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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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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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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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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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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