Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
EMILY BRONTEThoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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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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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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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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