My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
EMILY BRONTEYou have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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 shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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