May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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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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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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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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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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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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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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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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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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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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