How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
EMILY BRONTEIt is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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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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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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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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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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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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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.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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