Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
EMILY BRONTELast 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!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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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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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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’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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Terror made me cruel.
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