It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
EMILY BRONTELook on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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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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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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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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