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.
EMILY BRONTEI despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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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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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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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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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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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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