Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
EMILY BRONTEWe must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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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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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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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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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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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.
EMILY BRONTE







