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.
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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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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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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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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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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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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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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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No coward soul is mine.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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