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.
EMILY BRONTEIt is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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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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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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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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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 never told my love vocally still.
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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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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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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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Honest people don’t hide their deeds.
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A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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