A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
EMILY BRONTELove is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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 will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Terror made me cruel.
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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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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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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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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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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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.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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