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.
EMILY BRONTEOh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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!
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She burned too bright for this world.
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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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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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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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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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