I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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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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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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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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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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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