It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
EMILY BRONTEIt is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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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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They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Terror made me cruel.
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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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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 never told my love vocally still.
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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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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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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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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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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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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 have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned 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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