By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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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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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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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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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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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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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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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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