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!
EMILY BRONTEA good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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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 gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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