It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
EMILY BRONTEHeaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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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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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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