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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.

Emily Bronte

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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Courage Day Death Endurance Goal Life Soul
You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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Bitter Hard Life Survive Voice Yourself
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Autumn Bliss Leaves Talk Tree
I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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Animal Feeling Human Myself Sincere
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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Anger Dare Divine Drinking Empty Engagement Memories Myself Pain Seek World
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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Angel Angry Break Earth Heart Heaven Home Joy Myself Wake Up
Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Blessing Earth Heaven Reserve
No coward soul is mine.
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Coward Myself One Liner Soul
It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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Eyes Feeling Forgiveness Hands Hard Love Murder Myself See Wasted
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Destroy Destruction Enjoyment Lost Myself
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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Beautiful Calm Earth Feed Heaven Nature Soft
I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Better Himself Live Love Misery Night Prayer
I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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Equality Faith Glory Heaven See Shine
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Burn Cruelty Ice Myself Water Yourself
Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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Endurance Enemy Grave Last Sleep Strong
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Existence Forget Myself Yourself

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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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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