Terror made me cruel.
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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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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No coward soul is mine.
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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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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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