Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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 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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She burned too bright for this world.
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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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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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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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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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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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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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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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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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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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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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