Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
EMILY BRONTEBy this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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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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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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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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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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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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Terror made me cruel.
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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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