He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
EMILY BRONTESweet 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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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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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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 have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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