Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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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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No coward soul is mine.
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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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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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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 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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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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