He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
EMILY BRONTEI’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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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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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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She burned too bright for this world.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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