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.
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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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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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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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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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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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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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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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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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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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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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