Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTEA messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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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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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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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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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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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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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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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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