It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
EMILY BRONTEI am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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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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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?
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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Terror made me cruel.
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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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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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I never told my love vocally still.
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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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