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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

Emily Bronte

Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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Life Love Myself Reality Relationship Shame Yourself
A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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Chance Leaving Person Run Work
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
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
Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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Blood Break Creature Cruelty Run Terrorism
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Death Live Value
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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Face Goodness Heart Ugly Worst
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul
In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Change Happiness Life Secret Tears
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Common Joy Melancholy Sweet Time
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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Avoid Hate Love Myself Strange Thinking
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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Loud Night Play Wild Wind Winter
She burned too bright for this world.
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Bright Burn Herself Instagram Captions World
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
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

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

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