A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
EMILY BRONTE
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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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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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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
EMILY BRONTE