Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
EMILY BRONTEThough earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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’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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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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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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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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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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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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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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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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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.
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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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