Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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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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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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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