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.
EMILY BRONTEI pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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?
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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 see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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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 wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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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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