You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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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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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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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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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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