I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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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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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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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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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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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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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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