The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
EMILY BRONTEEvery leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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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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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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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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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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 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.
EMILY BRONTE