How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
EMILY BRONTEThat 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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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.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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