He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
EMILY BRONTEThere 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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She burned too bright for this world.
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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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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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.
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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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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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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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