It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
EMILY BRONTEMay you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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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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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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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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I never told my love vocally still.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
EMILY BRONTE