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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!

Emily Bronte

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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Anger Dare Divine Drinking Empty Engagement Memories Myself Pain Seek World
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Better Himself Live Love Misery Night Prayer
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Destroy Destruction Enjoyment Lost Myself
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Forgiveness Struggle Yourself
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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Autumn Black Darkness Old Wind
I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Breathe Heart Myself
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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Man Reach Struggle Water Yourself
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
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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Beyond Existence Expression Yourself
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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People Proud Sad Sorrow
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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Action Head Himself Love Togetherness Touch Word
I never told my love vocally still.
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Love Myself
He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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Equality Hate Himself Love
You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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Care Friendship Hard Satisfaction Yourself

I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!

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