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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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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
Emily Bronte
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
Emily Bronte -
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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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The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Bronte
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She went of her own accord,' answered the master; 'she has a right to go if she please. Trouble me no more about her. Hereafter she is only me sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
Emily Bronte -
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
Emily Bronte -
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
Emily Bronte -
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
Emily Bronte -
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
Emily Bronte
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She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found plenty of entertaiment in listening to the larks singing far and near; and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my pet, and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom, as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creautre, and an angel in those those days. It is a pity she could not stay content.
Emily Bronte -
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom, and desolate despair; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
Emily Bronte -
I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!
Emily Bronte -
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine – If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him – Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse – It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?
Emily Bronte -
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
Emily Bronte
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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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I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed, and listened. I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.
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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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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
Emily Bronte