He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
EMILY BRONTE
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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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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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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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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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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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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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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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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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Terror made me cruel.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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