Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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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 despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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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’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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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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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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