Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTEYou know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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No coward soul is mine.
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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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