Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTEYou must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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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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A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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No coward soul is mine.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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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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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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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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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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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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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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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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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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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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