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She burned too bright for this world.

Emily Bronte

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
EMILY BRONTE

Man Reach Struggle Water Yourself
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Dreams Earth Inspirational Lonely Yourself
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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Bloom Flower Growth Myself Rose Smile Snow
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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Desire Forget Hope Love Myself World Wrong Youth
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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Bitter Hard Life Survive Voice Yourself
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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Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul
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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Action Head Himself Love Togetherness Touch Word
I never told my love vocally still.
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Love Myself
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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Destruction Himself Slave
He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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Equality Hate Himself Love
She burned too bright for this world.
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Bright Burn Herself Instagram Captions World
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Autumn Bliss Leaves Talk Tree
I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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Brother Doubt God Love Mom Myself Prayer Worst
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Forget Love Relationship Togetherness

She burned too bright for this world.

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