The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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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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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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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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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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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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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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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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