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!
EMILY BRONTEI understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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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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Terror made me cruel.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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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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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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No coward soul is mine.
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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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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