Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
EMILY BRONTEVain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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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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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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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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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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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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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
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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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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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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.
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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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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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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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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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