You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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 he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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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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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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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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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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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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