Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
EMILY BRONTE- Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
EMILY BRONTE
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Look 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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
EMILY BRONTEIt is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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No coward soul is mine.
EMILY BRONTENo coward soul is mine.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
EMILY BRONTEAny relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
EMILY BRONTEEarth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
EMILY BRONTEI shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
EMILY BRONTETreachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
EMILY BRONTEI understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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.
EMILY BRONTEBut 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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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.
EMILY BRONTEIf 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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
EMILY BRONTEMay you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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I never told my love vocally still.
EMILY BRONTEI 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?
EMILY BRONTECold 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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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.
EMILY BRONTEThere 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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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
EMILY BRONTEThoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
EMILY BRONTEHeaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
EMILY BRONTE


