I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
EMILY BRONTEHe 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!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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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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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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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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I never told my love vocally still.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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