He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated 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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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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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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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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I never told my love vocally still.
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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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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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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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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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