If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
EMILY BRONTEIf I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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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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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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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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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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