Crush Quote by Emily Bronte Download Open image “The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.” — Emily Bronte ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Crush
Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
“Who can blame slaves for being cunning? They are constantly compelled to resort to it. It is the only weapon of the weak and… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
Tyrants forego all respect for humanity in proportion as they are sunk beneath it. Taught to believe themselves of a different species, they really… — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us. — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Since the creation of the world there has been no tyrant like Intemperance, and no slaves so cruelly treated as his. — William Lloyd Garrison Copy Share Image
The tyrant, who in order to hold his power, suppresses every superiority, does away with good men, forbids education and light, controls every movement… — Aristotle 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
Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing. — Anderson Cooper Copy Share Image
I had to smile when stories emerged questioning whether I was gay. Obviously I knew I wasn't but people were curiously desperate to suggest… — Daniel Radcliffe Copy Share Image
I already know that u know that I like u, the question is Wat r u going to do with that information. — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
“My mom believed that you make your own luck. Over the stove she had hung these old, maroon painted letters that spell out, “MANIFEST.”… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
I'm very disturbed to find out that the leader of the Townies has a soul and I'm beginning to develop a bit of a… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
My dream would be to hear rocks at my window n to look out and see u just standing there, in the pouring rain. — Blondie Copy Share Image
Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
...It's an unmeetable level of writing. But even if it's something I feel like I can't ever attain, it doesn't crush my spirit. I… — Paul Banks Copy Share Image
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs. With this creed, revenge never worries my heart, degradation… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image