I never told my love vocally still.
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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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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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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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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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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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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