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.
EMILY BRONTEIt is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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Terror made me cruel.
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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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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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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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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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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