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.
EMILY BRONTEI gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Be 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!
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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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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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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