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.
EMILY BRONTEI 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!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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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 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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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 am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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