Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
EMILY BRONTEIn secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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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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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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