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Life Quotes by Emily Bronte

45 Life quotes by Emily Bronte

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Emily Brontë ponders the ticking clock that marks each hollow half‑hour of the life we have left. Her words urge us to cultivate reflection instead of wasting time on silly trifles, and they speak of a deep, lonely wish for something beyond ourselves. She also hints at hope arriving each night, a messenger that refuses to be doomed to gloom.

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“Existence, after losing her, would be hell”

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In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

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I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

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I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

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“The world is surely not worth living now, is it?”

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I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

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“It is strange how custom can mould our tastes and ideas: many could not imagine the existence of happiness in a life…

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“I’ve fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice; and you must forgive me, for I struggled only for…

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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist…

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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…

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Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and…

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“Two words would comprehend my future -- death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.”

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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…

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“The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape…

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“my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if…

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“They DO live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface, change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a…

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“I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter—the…

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“I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through…

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I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through…

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“I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death... . I see a repose that neither earth nor…

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Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom, and desolate despair; A messenger of…

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“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought…

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“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought…

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“Two words would comprehend my future—death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell. Yet I was a fool to fancy…

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“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours…

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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…

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“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do…

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“I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss: the fear that she would…

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“And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living;…

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“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours…

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“Afraid? No!" he replied. "I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death. Why should I? With my…

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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.

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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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“everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.”

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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours…

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You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering away your life on silly trifles.

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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

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“It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?”

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are…

“It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intense anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge. Had it been…