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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 can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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Animal Feeling Human Myself Sincere
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
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
No coward soul is mine.
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Coward Myself One Liner Soul
You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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Care Friendship Hard Satisfaction Yourself
I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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Choice Feed Guide Leadership Mountain Nature Walk Wild
You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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Bitter Hard Life Survive Voice Yourself
A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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Chance Leaving Person Run Work
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Country Happiness Quite Seek Society Town
Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Himself Imagination Love Thinking Yourself
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
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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Eyes Feeling Forgiveness Hands Hard Love Murder Myself See Wasted
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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Love Myself Necessary Representation Visible
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
You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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Cultivate Life Occasion Reflection Silly Yourself
I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Better Himself Live Love Misery Night Prayer

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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