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?
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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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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 understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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No coward soul is mine.
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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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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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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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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTE