What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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 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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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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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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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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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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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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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