I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The memories and belongings of those who have passed away hold significant value if they were cherished during their lives.
Emily Bronte's quote suggests that items or memories associated with deceased individuals become precious artifacts, especially when those individuals were held in high regard while they were alive. It speaks to the profound impact that relationships and memories have on our lives, highlighting how the worth of such relics is intrinsically tied to the love and respect we had for those individuals during their existence.
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In a speech honoring a deceased family member, one might say, 'As Emily Bronte expressed, any relic of the dead is precious, reminding us of the love we shared.'
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All quotes βI 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.
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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.
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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'Cause I'm just - I want to go to Amsterdam, and I want him to tell me what happens after the book is over, and I just don't want my particular life, and also the sky is depressing me, and there is this old swing set out here that my dad made for me when I was a kid.' 'I must see this old swing set of tears immediately,' he said. 'I'll be over in twenty minutes.'
On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.
You know how it's going to end, but instead of spoiling things, that somehow increases your fascination. It's like watching a kid run his electric train faster and faster and waiting for it to derail on one of the curves.
You took too much man, too much, too much.
the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.