They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
EMILY BRONTEEvery leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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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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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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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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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 gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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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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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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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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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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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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