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!
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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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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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel 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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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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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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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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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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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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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!
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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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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’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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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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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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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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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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