The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
EMILY BRONTETime brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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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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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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Terror made me cruel.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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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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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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Sweet 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.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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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.
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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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