“It was a marvelous effort of perspicacity to discover that I did not love her” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“invariably to me, I know, and to any person who saw her, I should think--refuted more tangible proofs of convalescence, and stamped… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine ... I… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“and firstly, let me beware of the fascination that lurks in Catherine Heathcliff's brilliant eyes. I should be in a curious taking… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I got the sexton, who was digging Linton’s grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
...he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels,… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me?… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation. On my… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
He is more myself than I am. Whatever our two souls are made of, his and mine are the same. — Emily Bronte Copy Share
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day. — Emily Brontë Copy Share
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha… — Emily Bronte Copy Share
“I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I… — Emily Brontë Copy Share
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her. — Emily Bronte Copy Share
“Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself. I doubt whether I… — Emily Brontë Copy Share
The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most… — Emily Bronte Copy Share
“It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?” — Emily Brontë Copy Share
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. — Emily Bronte Copy Share
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. — Emily Bronte Copy Share
Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are… — Emily Bronte Copy Share
“It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intense anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge. Had it been… — Emily Brontë Copy Share
