If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
EMILY BRONTEHow strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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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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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 cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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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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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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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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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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A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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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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