Emily Bronte Quotes
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
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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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Terror made me cruel.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.
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Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs.... Perhaps I am an exception.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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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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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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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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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 shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, "That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!" Will you say so, Heathcliff?