Last 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!
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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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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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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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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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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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 cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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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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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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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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