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.
EMILY BRONTEI’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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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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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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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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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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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