Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
EMILY BRONTE
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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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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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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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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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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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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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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.
EMILY BRONTE