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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Emily Brontë |
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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..
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Emily Brontë |
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She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.
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Emily Brontë |
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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
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Emily Brontë |
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He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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love
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Emily Brontë |
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But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
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struggle
rest
goals
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Emily Brontë |
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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effort
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Emily Brontë |
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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."
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inspirational
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Emily Brontë |
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It's no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,' she muttered.
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Emily Brontë |
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I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
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Emily Brontë |
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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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Emily Brontë |
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But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)
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vanity
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Emily Brontë |
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In secret pleasure -- secret tears This changeful life has slipped away
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Emily Brontë |
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I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears;
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love
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Emily Brontë |
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Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.
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love
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Emily Brontë |
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Permitame que me tome la libertad de preguntarle como se las arregla para vivir sin libros.
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Emily Brontë |
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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!
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spirit
wuthering-heights
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Emily Brontë |
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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?
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Emily Brontë |
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He's more myself than I am
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Emily Brontë |
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People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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Emily Brontë |
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And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out and drank his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me..
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Emily Brontë |
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. 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.
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love
constancy
heathcliff
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Emily Brontë |
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Twas grief enough to think mankind All hollow, servile, insincere; But worse to trust to my own mind And find the same corruption there
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Emily Brontë |
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No, I'm running on too fast: I bestow my own attributes over-liberally on him.
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Emily Brontë |
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Rough as a saw-edge, and hard as whinstone! The less you meddle with him the better.
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Emily Brontë |
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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Emily Brontë |
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You are worse than twenty foes, you poisonous friend!
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Emily Brontë |
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Emily Brontë |
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Oh, if God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I'd go to hell with joy.
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Emily Brontë |
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He's such a cobweb, a pinch would annihilate him.
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Emily Brontë |
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His brightening mind brightened his features, and added spirit and nobility to their aspect.
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