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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.

Emily Bronte

She burned too bright for this world.
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Bright Burn Herself Instagram Captions World
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Children Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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Country Myself Run Travel
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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Cold Darkness Myself Night Wild Wind
I never told my love vocally still.
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Love Myself
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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Loud Night Play Wild Wind Winter
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Clock Life Oneself Time
A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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Forever Freedom Hope Life Night Offering
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul
Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Himself Imagination Love Thinking Yourself
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Dreams Earth Inspirational Lonely Yourself
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Destroy Destruction Enjoyment Lost Myself
I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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Choice Dog Exception Understand Woman
I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Better Himself Live Love Misery Night Prayer
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Dreams Life Myself Stay
He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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Equality Hate Himself Love
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.
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Myself Stranger Universe
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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Courage Day Death Endurance Goal Life Soul
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Herself Leaving Myself Name Relationship Sister
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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Alone Earth Existence Man Sun Universe
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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Chance Leaving Person Run Work
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Identity Myself Sleep Time
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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Art Breathe Death Destroy Room
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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Effort Myself Repair Trouble
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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Anger Dare Divine Drinking Empty Engagement Memories Myself Pain Seek World
I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Breathe Heart Myself

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 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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