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.
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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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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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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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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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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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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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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