Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
EMILY BRONTEI see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
EMILY BRONTE







