I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
EMILY BRONTEA sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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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 am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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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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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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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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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