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.
EMILY BRONTEI have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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She burned too bright for this world.
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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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No coward soul is mine.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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