I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
EMILY BRONTEAnd, 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?
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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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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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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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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