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.
EMILY BRONTEThe old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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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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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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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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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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