I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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I 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.
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A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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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; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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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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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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