He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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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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I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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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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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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