I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
EMILY BRONTEHonest people don’t hide their deeds.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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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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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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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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