Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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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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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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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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 am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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