You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
EMILY BRONTENay, 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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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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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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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 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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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