I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage… — 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
“I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber… — Emily Brontë 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 Copy Share Image
“When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying!” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Two words would comprehend my future -- death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death! — Emily Bronte 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 Copy Share Image
“Afraid? No!" he replied. "I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death. Why should I? With my… — Emily Brontë 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 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
