The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
EMILY BRONTEYou must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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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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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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No coward soul is mine.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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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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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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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.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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