Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
EMILY BRONTEI wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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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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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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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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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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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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.
EMILY BRONTE