Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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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She burned too bright for this world.
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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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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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 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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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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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.
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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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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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