By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
EMILY BRONTEProud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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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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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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