I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
EMILY BRONTENo coward soul is mine.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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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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