Terror made me cruel.
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 will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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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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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.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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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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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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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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!
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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