Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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