Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
EMILY BRONTE
It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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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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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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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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 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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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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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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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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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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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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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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