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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 -
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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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Emily Bronte -
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 -
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 -
I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light— When I am not and none beside— Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky— But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.
Emily Bronte -
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 -
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
Emily Bronte
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Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
Emily Bronte -
You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.
Emily Bronte -
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
Emily Bronte -
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 -
Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
Emily Bronte -
Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come. 'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.
Emily Bronte
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
Emily Bronte -
You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
Emily Bronte -
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
Emily Bronte -
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 -
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
Emily Bronte -
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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 -
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 -
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
Emily Bronte -
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
Emily Bronte