Quote by Emily Brontë Download Open image ““It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink.”” — Emily Brontë ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“A man may take to drink because he feels himself a failure, but then fail all the more completely because he drinks.” — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“But despite the fact that the doctors treated him, bled him, and gave him medicines to drink, he recovered.” — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“Someone once said that unforgiveness was like a poison you drink while hoping for someone else to die.” — Jennifer Heng Copy Share Image
“There are thousands of reasons why I shouldn't drink... but I can't think of one right now.” — Shemp Howard Copy Share Image
He is more myself than I am. Whatever our two souls are made of, his and mine are the same. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day. — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself. I doubt whether I… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
