I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
EMILY BRONTEI can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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