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 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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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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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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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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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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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 am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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