I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
EMILY BRONTEI understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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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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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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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.
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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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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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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
EMILY BRONTE