37 ordspråk av Emily Bronte
Emily Bronte
Though earth and man were gone, / And suns and universes ceased to be, / And Thou were left alone, / Every existence would exist in Thee.
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Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain, worthless as wither'd weeds
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Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain, worthless as wither'd weeds
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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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 to endure.
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Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights.
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You said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
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