Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
EMILY BRONTEI despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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She burned too bright for this world.
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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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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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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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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Terror made me cruel.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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