Quote #16
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
More from Emily Bronte
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- A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
- Still, as I mused, the naked room, The alien firelight died away; And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright, unclouded day.
- I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine thr…
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- Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me…