Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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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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’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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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!
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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