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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

Emily Bronte

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Common Joy Melancholy Sweet Time
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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Blood Break Creature Cruelty Run Terrorism
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hate Himself Memories Myself Remember
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Existence Forget Myself Yourself
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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Drive Form Life Live Mad Myself Soul Togetherness
He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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Attachment Break Cruelty Habit Himself Lose Reason Strong
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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Courage Day Death Endurance Goal Life Soul
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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Loud Night Play Wild Wind Winter
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
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Forget Love Relationship Togetherness
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
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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Bloom Constant Friendship Love Rose Wild
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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Cruelty Forgiveness God Learning People Punishment
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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Avoid Hate Love Myself Strange Thinking
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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Beyond Existence Expression Yourself
I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Breathe Heart Myself
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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Death Destroy Destruction Feeling Heart Himself Myself People Power
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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Cold Darkness Myself Night Wild Wind
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Identity Myself Sleep Time
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Leadership Myself Nature Walk
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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Anger Dare Divine Drinking Empty Engagement Memories Myself Pain Seek World
Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Action Hide Honesty One Liner People
We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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Domination Generosity Ourselves Run Selfish
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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Art Breathe Death Destroy Room
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
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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Love Myself Necessary Representation Visible

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

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