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Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
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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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.
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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You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
Emily Bronte
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
Emily Bronte
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
Emily Bronte
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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
Emily Bronte
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He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, 'till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn, and hope of her approval, were his first prompts to higher pursuits; and, instead of guarding him from one and winning him to the other, his endeavors to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.
Emily Bronte
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What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
Emily Bronte
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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
Emily Bronte
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
Emily Bronte
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I cannot love thee; thou 'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
Emily Bronte
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Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
Emily Bronte
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I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
Emily Bronte
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Earnsha was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point - one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed - they contrived in the end to reach it.
Emily Bronte
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He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts, he answered gravely 'I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!' 'For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. 'It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.' 'No, God won’t have the satisfaction that I shall,' he returned. 'I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I'll plan it out: while I'm thinking of that I don't feel pain.
Emily Bronte
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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.
Emily Bronte
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He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!
Emily Bronte
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
Emily Bronte
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
Emily Bronte
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Emily Bronte
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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
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
Emily Bronte
