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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Emily Bronte

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
EMILY BRONTE

Freedom Heart Man Move Waste Time Worth
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Common Joy Melancholy Sweet Time
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
EMILY BRONTE

Effort Myself Repair Trouble
You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
EMILY BRONTE

Bitter Hard Life Survive Voice Yourself
He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
EMILY BRONTE

Care Expectation Flower Himself Plant
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Existence Forget Myself Yourself
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Herself Leaving Myself Name Relationship Sister
I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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Animal Feeling Human Myself Sincere
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Clock Life Oneself Time
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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Face Goodness Heart Ugly Worst
Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Plants Worth
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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Country Myself Run Travel
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
EMILY BRONTE

Haunt Kill Live Myself
You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
EMILY BRONTE

Alone Death Feeling Struggle Yourself
Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
EMILY BRONTE

Alone Earth Existence Man Sun Universe

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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