“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
“My great thought is in himself. If all else perished and he remained I should still continue to be and if all… — Emily Brontë Great thought Copy Share Image
“It was a strange way of killing, not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of… — Emily Brontë Hope Copy Share Image
“She did not yell out -- no! she would have scorned to do it, if she had been spitted on the horns… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion… — Emily Brontë Love 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 Delight Copy Share Image
Love is like the wild-rose briar; Friendship is like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms, But which… — Emily Bronte Dark Copy Share Image
“You said I killed you-haunt me, then! [...] Be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight;… — Emily Bronte Children Copy Share Image
“I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep and growing happiness. It ended. Well, we must be… — Emily Brontë Happiness Copy Share Image
“You talk of her mind being unsettled. How the devil could it be otherwise in her frightful isolation? And that insipid, paltry… — Emily Brontë Psychology Copy Share Image
“While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast, I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a… — Emily Brontë Fine weather Copy Share Image
“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated,… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death... . I see a repose that neither earth nor… — Emily Brontë Christian Copy Share Image
“It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intense anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge. Had… — Emily Brontë Revenge Copy Share Image
She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found… — Emily Bronte Angel Copy Share Image
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest… — Emily Bronte Anguish Copy Share Image
“Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear.… — Emily Brontë Music Copy Share Image
“Le tengo constantemente en mi pensamiento, aunque no siempre como una cosa agradable. Tampoco yo me agrado siempre de mí misma. No… — Emily Brontë Amor Copy Share Image
“Catherine usually sat by me, but to- day she stole nearer to Hareton; and I presently saw she would have no more… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Good things lost amid a wilderness of weeds, to be sure, whose rankness far overtopped their neglected growth; yet, notwithstanding, evidence of… — Emily Brontë Flower Copy Share Image
“Earnshaw was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through… — Emily Bronte Dream Copy Share Image
“Trebao sam se tada znijiti krvlju, toliko je bio očajan bol moje žudnje... tolika strastvenost mojih molbi da je vidim barem na… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So,… — Emily Brontë Death 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 Love 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
“What is that apathetic being doing?' she demanded, pushing the thick entangled locks from her wasted face. 'Has he fallen into a… — 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
“Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the… — Emily Brontë Cold Copy Share Image
“Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree.… — Emily Brontë Autumn Copy Share Image
“When weary with the long day’s care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost, and ready to despair, Thy kind… — Emily Brontë Change Copy Share Image
“May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion.… — Emily Brontë Betrayal Copy Share Image
“I remember the master, before he fell into a doze, stroking her bonny hair - it pleased him rarely to see her… — Emily Brontë Good man Copy Share Image
“Why shouldn’t you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes-to extinguish, if possible,… — Emily Brontë 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
“Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels,… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“WHAT vain weathercocks we are! I, who had determined to hold myself independent of all social intercourse, and thanked my stars that,… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image