I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
EMILY BRONTEI understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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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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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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 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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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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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?
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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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