I never told my love vocally still.
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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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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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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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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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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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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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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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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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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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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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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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?
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