I never told my love vocally still.
EMILY BRONTEI have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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.
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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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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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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 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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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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 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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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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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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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTE







