You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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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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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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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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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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 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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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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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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