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.
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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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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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… 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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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