Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
EMILY BRONTEThe tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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!
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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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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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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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