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Emily Bronte Quote - The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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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.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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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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I never told my love vocally still.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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