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!
EMILY BRONTEHe’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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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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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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