I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
EMILY BRONTE
Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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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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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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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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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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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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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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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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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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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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
EMILY BRONTE