My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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’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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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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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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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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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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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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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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No coward soul is mine.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
EMILY BRONTE







