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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

Emily Bronte

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTE

Autumn Bliss Leaves Talk Tree
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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Care Expectation Flower Himself Plant
I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
EMILY BRONTE

Break Escape Glory Heart Myself Pain Tears Wall World
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Collection Existence Herself Lose Myself World
A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Company Himself Man Sensible
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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Bitter Hard Life Survive Voice Yourself
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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Action Head Himself Love Togetherness Touch Word
She burned too bright for this world.
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Bright Burn Herself Instagram Captions World
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
EMILY BRONTE

Burn Cruelty Ice Myself Water Yourself
We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
EMILY BRONTE

Domination Generosity Ourselves Run Selfish
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.
EMILY BRONTE

Chance Leaving Person Run Work
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Existence Forget Myself Yourself
Terror made me cruel.
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Cruelty Myself Terrorism
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
EMILY BRONTE

Death Live Value
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
EMILY BRONTE

Bloom Constant Friendship Love Rose Wild

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

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