There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
EMILY BRONTEI have fled my country and gone to the heather.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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 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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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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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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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
EMILY BRONTE







