They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
EMILY BRONTEIf 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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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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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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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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