It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
EMILY BRONTEWorthless as wither’d weeds.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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.
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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 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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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No coward soul is mine.
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