I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
EMILY BRONTEIf 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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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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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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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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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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