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.
EMILY BRONTEYes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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 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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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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I never told my love vocally still.
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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