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 BRONTEIt is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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 am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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 am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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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… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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