It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I? Emily Bronte More Quotes by Emily Bronte More Quotes From 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 ocean heart love He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine. Emily Bronte drunk lying fall You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content. Emily Bronte hard please care It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. Emily Bronte bending Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, Emily Bronte forgiving maturity sweet I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Emily Bronte heathers girl wish Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Emily Bronte short-life hope night 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 air feet together I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul! Emily Bronte heathcliff soul life Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly? Emily Bronte inspirational love friendship I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other. Emily Bronte cat feelings animal I never told my love vocally still. Emily Bronte stills How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. Emily Bronte loving-me hated strange 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 guarding winning animal I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. Emily Bronte heathcliff gothic destruction 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 deeds remembers-you remember-you A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, Emily Bronte air sheep sweet I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed, and listened. I could not help wishing we were all there safe together. Emily Bronte doors children past She went of her own accord,' answered the master; 'she has a right to go if she please. Trouble me no more about her. Hereafter she is only me sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me. Emily Bronte masters trouble names I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives! Emily Bronte despise hate memories
