Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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?
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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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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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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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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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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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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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 I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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