I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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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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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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I never told my love vocally still.
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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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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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