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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
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
Emily Bronte
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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.
Emily Bronte
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
Emily Bronte
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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.
Emily Bronte
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
Emily Bronte
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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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Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!
Emily Bronte
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Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head.
Emily Bronte
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That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.
Emily Bronte
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
Emily Bronte
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Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
Emily Bronte
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I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
Emily Bronte
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No coward soul is mine.
Emily Bronte
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I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
Emily Bronte
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Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?
Emily Bronte
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Emily Bronte
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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
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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.
Emily Bronte
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I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.
Emily Bronte
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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
Emily Bronte
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I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
Emily Bronte
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
Emily Bronte
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A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
Emily Bronte
