A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
EMILY BRONTE
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.
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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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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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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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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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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He 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!
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A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
EMILY BRONTE