A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
EMILY BRONTEIt is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together 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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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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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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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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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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She burned too bright for this world.
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