Worthless as wither’d weeds.
EMILY BRONTEProud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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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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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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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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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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