I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
EMILY BRONTEThey forgot everything the minute they were together again.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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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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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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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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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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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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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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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’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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