I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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 am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Terror made me cruel.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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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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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 gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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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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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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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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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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