Heaven 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.
EMILY BRONTEBe 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!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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 shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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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 despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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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 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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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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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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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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