A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
EMILY BRONTEI 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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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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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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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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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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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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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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She burned too bright for this world.
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