If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
EMILY BRONTEThey forgot everything the minute they were together again.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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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 have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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