Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTEA person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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 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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Terror made me cruel.
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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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’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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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together 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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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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