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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

Emily Bronte

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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Angel Angry Break Earth Heart Heaven Home Joy Myself Wake Up
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
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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Loud Night Play Wild Wind Winter
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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Anger Dare Divine Drinking Empty Engagement Memories Myself Pain Seek World
I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Choice Dirty Myself
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
EMILY BRONTE

Forgiveness Struggle Yourself
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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Break Up Death Heart Himself Love Myself Return
It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Company Herself People Talk
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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Effort Inspirational Myself Result Silence Work
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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End Enemy Violence Worst Wound
Terror made me cruel.
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Cruelty Myself Terrorism
A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Company Himself Man Sensible
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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Action Head Himself Love Togetherness Touch Word
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
EMILY BRONTE

Cultivate Life Occasion Reflection Silly Yourself
Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Himself Imagination Love Thinking Yourself

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

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