Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
EMILY BRONTEA sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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.
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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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 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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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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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Terror made me cruel.
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