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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

Emily Bronte

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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Drive Form Life Live Mad Myself Soul Togetherness
I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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Animal Feeling Human Myself Sincere
No coward soul is mine.
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Coward Myself One Liner Soul
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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Cold Deep Earth Forgot Grave Love Service Wave
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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Face Goodness Heart Ugly Worst
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Country Happiness Quite Seek Society Town
Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Action Hide Honesty One Liner People
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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Life Love Myself Reality Relationship Shame Yourself
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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Beyond Existence Expression Yourself
A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Company Himself Man Sensible
I never told my love vocally still.
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Love Myself
I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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Equality Faith Glory Heaven See Shine
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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Destruction Himself Slave
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Burn Cruelty Ice Myself Water Yourself
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
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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Courage Day Death Endurance Goal Life Soul

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

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