Emily Bronte Quotes
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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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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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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs.... Perhaps I am an exception.
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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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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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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 is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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She burned too bright for this world.
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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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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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.
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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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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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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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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?
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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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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But there's this one difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost, rendered worst than unavailing.
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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.