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.
EMILY BRONTENonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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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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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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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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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide 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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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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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!
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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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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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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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
EMILY BRONTE







