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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

Emily Bronte

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
EMILY BRONTE

Break Up Death Heart Himself Love Myself Return
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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Haunt Kill Live Myself
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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Cold Darkness Myself Night Wild Wind
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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Himself Ignorance Love Mindset Myself Soul
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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Death Destroy Destruction Feeling Heart Himself Myself People Power
You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.
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Bitter Hard Life Survive Voice Yourself
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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Action Evidence Fear Forget Goodness Myself Remember Resolution Word
Terror made me cruel.
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Cruelty Myself Terrorism
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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Effort Inspirational Myself Result Silence Work
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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People Proud Sad Sorrow
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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Eyes Feeling Forgiveness Hands Hard Love Murder Myself See Wasted
I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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Choice Dog Exception Understand Woman
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
EMILY BRONTE

Burn Cruelty Ice Myself Water Yourself
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Change Happiness Life Secret Tears
Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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Eyes Heaven Hell Myself Night
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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Cold Deep Earth Forgot Grave Love Service Wave
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Dreams Earth Inspirational Lonely Yourself
I never told my love vocally still.
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Love Myself
I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Breathe Heart Myself
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Leadership Myself Nature Walk
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Alone Greedy People Strange World
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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Endurance Enemy Grave Last Sleep Strong
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!
EMILY BRONTE

Drive Form Life Live Mad Myself Soul Togetherness
Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Plants Worth
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hate Himself Memories Myself Remember
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.
EMILY BRONTE

Blood Break Creature Cruelty Run Terrorism

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

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