Emily Bronte (July 30, 1818 - December 19, 1848)
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
Though earth and man were gone, / And suns and universes ceased to be, / And Thou were left alone, / Every existence would exist in Thee.
What it comes down to is that pipelines are fragile and failures will occur. The industry has learned to repair as fast as possible.
The beautiful thing about CBGB is that I don't have a single memory from that place. But I think it was amazing.
One must never have spared oneself, one must have acquired hardness as a habit to be cheerful and in good spirits in the midst of nothing but hard truths.