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.
EMILY BRONTEI cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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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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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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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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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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No coward soul is mine.
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