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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

Emily Bronte

In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
EMILY BRONTE

Change Happiness Life Secret Tears
A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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Forever Freedom Hope Life Night Offering
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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Cruelty Forgiveness God Learning People Punishment
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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Courage Day Death Endurance Goal Life Soul
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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Avoid Hate Love Myself Strange Thinking
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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Alone Deserve Heart Myself Praise Reputation
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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Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Choice Dirty Myself
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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Freedom Heart Man Move Waste Time Worth
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
EMILY BRONTE

Face Goodness Heart Ugly Worst
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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Change Color Dreams Ideas Life Mindset Stay Water Wine
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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Art Breathe Death Destroy Room
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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Life Love Myself Reality Relationship Shame Yourself
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
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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Angel Angry Break Earth Heart Heaven Home Joy Myself Wake Up
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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Afraid Mindset People Proud Sad Sorrow Touch Yourself

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