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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

Emily Bronte

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Death Live Value
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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People Proud Sad Sorrow
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Country Happiness Quite Seek Society Town
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Alone Greedy People Strange World
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
She burned too bright for this world.
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Bright Burn Herself Instagram Captions World
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Existence Forget Myself 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
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Clock Life Oneself Time
A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Company Himself Man Sensible
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
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
I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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Choice Dog Exception Understand Woman
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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Ability Day Love Measurement Myself Power
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
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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Endurance Enemy Grave Last Sleep Strong

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