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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

Emily Bronte

No coward soul is mine.
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Coward Myself One Liner Soul
A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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Chance Leaving Person Run Work
I never told my love vocally still.
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Love Myself
You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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Alone Death Feeling Struggle Yourself
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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Haunt Kill Live Myself
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul
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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Brother Doubt God Love Mom Myself Prayer Worst
Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Plants Worth
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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Break Up Death Heart Himself Love Myself Return
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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Bloom Constant Friendship Love Rose Wild
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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Autumn Black Darkness Old Wind
I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Choice Dirty Myself
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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Myself Stranger Universe
I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Better Himself Live Love Misery Night Prayer
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Burn Cruelty Ice Myself Water Yourself
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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Beautiful Calm Earth Feed Heaven Nature Soft

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

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