I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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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Terror made me cruel.
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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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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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