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.
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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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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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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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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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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