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.
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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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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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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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
EMILY BRONTE