I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
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Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.
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I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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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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I am Heathcliff!
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.
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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 night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears;
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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 I cannot bide it.
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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 in Thee.
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In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away
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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes...
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I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
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