Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
EMILY BRONTEHereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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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. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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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?
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel 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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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 will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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