Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTETreachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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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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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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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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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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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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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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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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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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