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.
EMILY BRONTEWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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.
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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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