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?
EMILY BRONTEI’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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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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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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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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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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