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.
EMILY BRONTEVain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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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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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 will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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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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