Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
EMILY BRONTEA 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.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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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?
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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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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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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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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You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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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 I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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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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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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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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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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Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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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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