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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.

Emily Bronte

Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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Cold Deep Earth Forgot Grave Love Service Wave
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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Death Destroy Destruction Feeling Heart Himself Myself People Power
I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Breathe Heart Myself
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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Beyond Existence Expression Yourself
You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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Care Friendship Hard Satisfaction Yourself
I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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Equality Faith Glory Heaven See Shine
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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Anger Dare Divine Drinking Empty Engagement Memories Myself Pain Seek World
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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Break Up Death Heart Himself Love Myself Return
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Children Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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Alone Deserve Heart Myself Praise Reputation
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Destroy Destruction Enjoyment Lost Myself
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Herself Leaving Myself Name Relationship Sister
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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Love Myself Necessary Representation Visible
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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Afraid Mindset People Proud Sad Sorrow Touch Yourself
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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Man Reach Struggle Water Yourself
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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Beautiful Calm Earth Feed Heaven Nature Soft
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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Ability Day Love Measurement Myself Power
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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Freedom Heart Man Move Waste Time Worth
Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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Eyes Heaven Hell Myself Night
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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Art Breathe Death Destroy Room
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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Animal Feeling Human Myself Sincere
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Collection Existence Herself Lose Myself World
It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Company Herself People Talk
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Burn Cruelty Ice Myself Water Yourself
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
Terror made me cruel.
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Cruelty Myself Terrorism
She burned too bright for this world.
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