Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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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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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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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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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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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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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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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