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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

Emily Bronte

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Common Joy Melancholy Sweet Time
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Leadership Myself Nature Walk
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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Anger Dare Divine Drinking Empty Engagement Memories Myself Pain Seek World
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.
EMILY BRONTE

Myself Stranger Universe
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Clock Life Oneself Time
I never told my love vocally still.
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Love Myself
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Alone Greedy People Strange World
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Children Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Action Hide Honesty One Liner People
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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Change Color Dreams Ideas Life Mindset Stay Water Wine
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
EMILY BRONTE

Cruelty Forgiveness God Learning People Punishment
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?
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Eyes Feeling Forgiveness Hands Hard Love Murder Myself See Wasted
You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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Cultivate Life Occasion Reflection Silly Yourself
He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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Equality Hate Himself Love
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Herself Leaving Myself Name Relationship Sister
Terror made me cruel.
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Cruelty Myself Terrorism

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

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