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!
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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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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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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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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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.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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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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