The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
EMILY BRONTEYou 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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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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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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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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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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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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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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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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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTE







