Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTEBut 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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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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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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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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