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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.

Emily Bronte

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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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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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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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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Domination Generosity Ourselves Run Selfish
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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Terror made me cruel.
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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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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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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 clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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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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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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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She burned too bright for this world.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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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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