Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
EMILY BRONTE
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?
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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 have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated 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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No coward soul is mine.
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