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?
EMILY BRONTENo coward soul is mine.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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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 cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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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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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?
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I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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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 am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Terror made me cruel.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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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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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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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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In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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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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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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