The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
EMILY BRONTEThe 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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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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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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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!
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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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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Terror made me cruel.
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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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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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