“Nelly, nunca tens sonhos esquisitos? - perguntou, após uns momentos de reflexão. - Tenho, às vezes. - Também eu. Sonhos que me… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, 'till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn, and hope… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could… — 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
“Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle?' ' Here! and here! ' replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead,… — Emily Brontë 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
“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
“I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss: the fear that she would… — 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 Image
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 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 rocks beneatha… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“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 Image
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?” — Emily Brontë 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
