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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

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hate Himself Memories Myself Remember
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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People Proud Sad Sorrow
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Existence Forget Myself Yourself
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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Freedom Heart Man Move Waste Time Worth
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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End Enemy Violence Worst Wound
It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Compare Feeling Himself Social
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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Courage Day Death Endurance Goal Life Soul
Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Plants Worth
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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Country Myself Run Travel
Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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Cold Deep Earth Forgot Grave Love Service Wave
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Identity Myself Sleep Time
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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Cold Darkness Myself Night Wild Wind
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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Art Breathe Death Destroy Room
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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Alone Deserve Heart Myself Praise Reputation
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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Man Reach Struggle Water Yourself

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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